SKIES

The gates are closed, and the skies are open, with words half spoken. Why was I sent here again looking for the beginning to the end? They say I'm crazy because I talk about the truth and see the root of their lies and the color of their eyes.

The skies are open, painting for me the most beautiful pictures to shake my soul and ease my troubled mind. I open my hands to hold the emptiness of time while drawing a line in the sand.

I was hoping you could speak to me like you used to, touch me the way you used to. I do not know the dreams of the reality on my burning tongue. I'm slowly becoming undone, but I know a battle will be won.

Oh, my love, this is the story I wrote for myself before coming down this time on earth, before my millionth birthday. I put in this twist and turns like a dark highway for the lessons I needed to learn and the ones I had to repeat. Oh, my love, you know me the best; I will pass every test, for my rebel soul does not know the meaning of defeat.

Open up the skies. Let me burn the heavens down. Let the song of rapture be my only sound as I continue to walk this path, which to me was once unknown. Inside my gates of hell, i had grown to find the shining light that I promised myself when I reached the point of old age inside of this lifetime that was never yours but mine because now the skies are a hazy shade of blue, and my heart is true