The Sky Cries....Why?

How does the wind blow?

Why does it cry?

The rain falls down,

Washing away all misery,

Tears from the sky,

Crystallize,

And the cold of the harsh reality,

Falls down to earth,

Freezing all free,

Making things hide away,

Everyone hides from the cold,

Reality never goes,

Tie your heart to mine,

And we can escape,

This false sense of security.

If the sky is crying,

Why can’t it bleed?

Bleed for all its done,

Bleed for all the blood shed,

Our blood is lost as we fly to judgment.

Our hearts are all torn away,

No more blood,

Enters out bodies,

We slowly die,

As the sky remains,

Why does it mock us?

Does it truly feel we are unholy?

Or is it a false jealousy?

All it causes is heart break,

Why can’t it go?

It’s tied to our world,

And forever will it stay,

It will stay...

Can we fly with,

Our ruined wings?

Fly to that mentioned paradise,

Or will reality team with sky,

Forcing us to cry.

Our tears...

Turn to blood...

As we show the sky the tears of blood why can it cry pure.

As we cry our blood,

It has that purity,

We all want to have,

It cries the tears of all lost,

It cries those tears to repent,

But it fails to see,

Why we wonder why,

Why does it not cry the blood,

That was mingled with all those tears?