I see a broken sky,
Painted in black,
And all the birds,
They'll drown,
Drown in their sorrow.
And even when they call out,
Screaming for a new day,
A new place,
No one will answer.
Because the gods will all have left,
For a less shattered place,
One whole and new and there.
I see a broken sky,
Painted in black,
And all the birds,
They'll drown,
Drown in their sorrow.
And all the flowers,
They'll wither,
Wither from the force of the darkness that
Will forever bind them.
And I see those broken skies,
Shattering away,
The ****** arising.
And the painted sky,
An alabaster illusion,
Will implode,
And their stardust will be spread.
And when that mirage has faded,
Everything will be new,
And whole,
And pure.
And then the world could breathe,
For the pain had faded.
