I’ll ask you once more,
Bring back the colour you stole from my life.
My blue skies,
Caught,
In your eyes.
I haven’t seen then since you walked away.

Now everything is muted,
And the brightness faded away.
I’ll keep telling myself someday,
Someday,
You’ll bring it back.

Til then I’ll just stare out the window,
Watching,
Waiting,
To see the sunlight shine gold on your hair,
And blue skies fly to match your eyes,
And you come back to me.