The heavens so grey,
The moonlight fails to shine,
The earth's light aren't like a day,
darkness around is all i find
yet behind those clouds i find a line,
the silver streak in the sky,
the grace i receive can't be defined,
i can't help but ask why?
In the clouds i try to hide,
yet it turns our there's no place i can confide,
the alleys wet and cold,
the sidewalks scenes draws me old,
wishing things that won't happen,
the sea to turn red maybe?
it's like the day the sun shines over me
but the clouds stay and never return,
but hey doesn't he already know?
oh well guess thats what i know,
he hold everything and does it well.
where i confide by James (c) 2008 0110-004-029