forcedtobe
03-31-2008, 09:56 AM
The sky is navy,
And baby blue
The dark clouds drift behind me,
From the wind
The sun only shows in the light,
Of homes and schools
As people are getting up,
For work and school.
The trees are empty and ragged from ice
Limbs cut short,
To stubby ends.
The sidewalks are shiny from rain,
And seem to show little light.
As I ride by,
The light runs,
It runs from one place to the next,
Never in one spot.
A flag lays drooping on its pole,
A gust of wind and it flows,
Free and proud.
The evergreen stands tall too.
Outside,
You hear the birds,
Happily chirping.
Its so serene and quiet,
Light mist,
And smell of rain in the air.
As I sit here,
It gets lighter and lighter out.
but the sky,
Its still filled with navy clouds,
tinted down.
As I look out the window,
The scenery is great.
I look down,
The window is fogged.
I see little light,
as the headlights of cars pass.
And I wonder,
What I see,
What I feel,
Is that everyday?
Deep inside me?
Or is that,
Just what I see
And feel,
On the outside?
And I wonder...
Will I ever be like that flag?
or the evergreen?
Will I ever stand tall,
And strong in all I do?
Or will I always be like the dark sky?
Clouds constantly moving.
Will I always be those empty,
Broken down trees?
From all the hurt,
Of the cold hearted?
Or will I someday,
Have the light of day?
Will I become whole and strong?
Able to stand on my own,
Through anything with hurt,
That I don't overcome?
Will my heart,
Always be that fogged over window?
Where I wipe it, to see through
And its still blurry?
And full of streaks of:bawling: sadness?
This is what I see,
Feel and wonder.
Please don't let me,
Please don't let me,
Be that forever...
I may brake
And baby blue
The dark clouds drift behind me,
From the wind
The sun only shows in the light,
Of homes and schools
As people are getting up,
For work and school.
The trees are empty and ragged from ice
Limbs cut short,
To stubby ends.
The sidewalks are shiny from rain,
And seem to show little light.
As I ride by,
The light runs,
It runs from one place to the next,
Never in one spot.
A flag lays drooping on its pole,
A gust of wind and it flows,
Free and proud.
The evergreen stands tall too.
Outside,
You hear the birds,
Happily chirping.
Its so serene and quiet,
Light mist,
And smell of rain in the air.
As I sit here,
It gets lighter and lighter out.
but the sky,
Its still filled with navy clouds,
tinted down.
As I look out the window,
The scenery is great.
I look down,
The window is fogged.
I see little light,
as the headlights of cars pass.
And I wonder,
What I see,
What I feel,
Is that everyday?
Deep inside me?
Or is that,
Just what I see
And feel,
On the outside?
And I wonder...
Will I ever be like that flag?
or the evergreen?
Will I ever stand tall,
And strong in all I do?
Or will I always be like the dark sky?
Clouds constantly moving.
Will I always be those empty,
Broken down trees?
From all the hurt,
Of the cold hearted?
Or will I someday,
Have the light of day?
Will I become whole and strong?
Able to stand on my own,
Through anything with hurt,
That I don't overcome?
Will my heart,
Always be that fogged over window?
Where I wipe it, to see through
And its still blurry?
And full of streaks of:bawling: sadness?
This is what I see,
Feel and wonder.
Please don't let me,
Please don't let me,
Be that forever...
I may brake