The sky has changed. Its gone from blue to gray, darkness takes over in the absence of light, what was once bright now has no shine. The birds are no longer singing their song, it all just feels wrong. I hope it doesn’t last long. There’s no more green, the trees lose their leaves, as if they weep. The wind picks up, its not a light breeze, its strong an in need. The clouds open in an angry downpour, nature is crying out, I know not what for, but the change matches my mood, Because I’m standing here where we once stood, wondering if you’d change it if you could.
I’m caught in a blizzard of your making, alone and cold, chaos, confusion, frustration. Like a flower to be picked I’m here for your taking.
Yet in turn a storm is brewing, within me, building and churning, ready to hit the world sprinting. Consuming everything that was me and you and spitting it back out destroyed, so if you’re done seeing me as your toy, calm my storm, fix what was torn, lets take a new form and make the world bright and warm.
Clear the skies, turn them blue, all because of me and you. Start the song so the birds will follow along. Make everything right, chase away the darkness with our light, collect the leaves, plant new seeds for bigger and stronger trees, giveme the love I need. Reign in the wind, soothe my fears and wipe away the tears.