The sky listens
I’ll speak my mind to the sky at night, every night…
The sky sees, listens, and understands.
My stealth tears, obnoxious roars, and diurnal struggles are always acknowledged…
The sky provides open ears, a closed mouth, comfort, and wisdom.
No matter what I say or what actions I make,
The sky is the only one that tries to bring me sunshine in the morning, every morning…
