The Sky

Beneath the sky, the passing clouds.
I dream of a sky I was once saw.
Beneath the sky, under the moon and stars.
I drift between sleep and reality.
Like the wind, a wish comes and goes.
A happy wish, that leaves sad emotions.
As I watch the clock, I feel sorrow.
As emotions and moments come and go,
I try to hold onto them,
But like air it is both close but also far away.
As the seasons pass, so does time.
Beneath the sky, I wish to fly.
But this fragile heart, will it break?
If I fly.
Will there be a tomorrow worth waiting for?
A past worth remembering?
A sky worth dreaming?
Like fluttering wings,
This heart beats with many emotions.
Weighted down, yet so light.
Beneath the sky, the passing clouds.
I dream of a sky I was once saw.
But it is now reality.
Am I still between sleep and reality?
Will this fragile heart break?
Beneath the many emotions it will feel?
Will it break, like a glass?
If I fly?
Beneath the sky, the passing clouds.
Beneath the sky, under the moon and stars.
Will there be a tomorrow worth waiting for?
A past worth remembering?
Is that sky I dreamed of worth living in?
Will I no longer be beneath the sky I dreamed of?
Will I finally fly,
In that sky?