The Mighty Sky
She sheds her tears...

On a windless driven day
When all whispers are down...

If i could see behind your silver
Your prism of refracted colors...

Shore to shore
Her coastline on guard...

Her white hair
Falling out...

From the minute im born
I earn my flames...

Shame on you
For breaking my heart...

All built up
For all to see...

On a waterfront cliff
That overlooks the bay...

Best seat in my room
It helps with the blues...

Her yellow crown
Trumpet shaped...

Today your memory
Visited me again...