Melancholic Skies

As I tread the grass of life,
I notice how some have been cluttered together,
And how some have been burnt assunder.

Well, I tried to think that things have changed,
And yet, no matter how it rounds up the same,
The tighter you hold and grasp the string,
The harder my friend will live and spring.

I’m sure eventually it’ll be clear,
All I have is nothing but fear,
So slacken the string up for love,
Or else we’ll end up arguing for sure. 

Oh, melancholic skies are here,
May God make this friendship endure,
For the heart is deceitful above all other things,
But actions when collated may show its flings,

Oh, melancholic skies are here,
Hope the Kingdom is finally near,
For trust will grow when time has past,
But a single word uttered and it will not last. 

Oh, melancholic skies are here,
Hush the wind, blow strong, no fear.
This heart is old and cannot bear,
The thought: she falls! What a nightmare.

Oh, melancholic skies are here,
I have finally given ear,
This string that seems to bind you, I will yet slacken,
It’s really out of His love, so please don’t be mistaken.
And old man can only be,
Yet his eyes finally sees.

Oh, melancholic skies are here,
Hither now, make clear!

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