The Sky

Look up and tell me what you see.

Do you notice the birds soaring without a care so free.

Or does your mind dive in deep thoughts as deep as the sea.

Searching for hopes, dreams, or hints of our destiny.

Guidance on becoming who we were born to be.

Their is beauty in the blue of the day and the black of night.

Constantly asking if the whole world thinks we are wrong, we might actually be right.

Giving the battleground for the sun and moon to finally fight.

Wanting to go up in the clouds but too afraid of the height.

Can't help of everything you have to get down and write.

If you are lucky you might catch sight of a shooting star.

Off in the distance, it doesn't seem to far.

Asking for strength and the will power to heal from a scar.

We all have dreams and wishes doesn't matter who you are.

The sky holds many secrets that it will never tell.

It is the gateway to heaven, and the fence for hell.

Always on the lookout for angels that have fell.

Some land in our laps, and others we ignore even when they yell.

And some sadly are to afraid to come out of their shell.

Everyday I look to the sky.

For guidance on becoming the guy.

Praying to be high enough in the world without needing to fly.

It has witnessed every smile and every cry.

Every success and failure every time I found the courage to try.

And will every day until the day we die.