Thursday, July 15, 2010

Silver sky

Six days in a week, no seven I lied before but now I don’t

There’s just one thing I seek, I can forget about it but I won’t

What’s in the sky? U ask, I stare for a reason u won’t understand

From dawn till dusk, I see a sky made of silver, the kind you put on my forth finger

Six years gone by, yes six, this time I tell no lie

Each day I try, try not to cry

So I smile because you are looking down at me from above the silver sky

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