Missing blue skies
Born where blues skies are laid back
I lived my early days with my sun hat
The trees waved to me in the breeze
And she picked me up when I fell.
Now she watches over me from afar
She cries silently, gently when I fall
Hoping I will soon reach rolling hills
Where the grass is green, hurt unseen.
I know a life where the seas are true
Where the birds sing, eyes so blue
She pats away the clouds...softly
I'll never be alone, she's my blue and green.
© GDC. 2017
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