Maybe the sky talks,
and weeps with me,
and listens quietly,
and sees my stories,
my burns, my bruises,
the alibis, the secrets,
the lies, and the ill excuses.
Maybe the sky cares,
and sleeps with me,
and embraces me,
and tells my stories,
my darkness, my pain,
the tears, the fears,
the blood,
and endless rain...
T.O.G.K.
