Tears roll down from the skies
I wish I wasn't me
People stare as we pass by
Hidden anger covered by seas
I deflect your gaze with diversion My inner bravado flees
Your face is stone and it scares me
Etched with no sympathy
The clouds begin to rumor
A subtle boom initiates gossip
Your killing me like a gentle tumor
Then tears like a running faucet
My hands are covered in passion
I need to wash them clean.
They go out in an orderly fashion bound to secure the rights of the "free"
I hear the planes; they hover
You belong up there, so you fly
I feel a drop on my shoulder
Your tears rolling down from the skies
