Dark Skye

Skies are dark but the wind is strong,

Blind eyes look upon what’s wrong,

The little eyes look up, ever up,

But only judgment fills their cup



Will it ever end, will it ever be right?

Will the darkness lighten up, stop being night?

The wind blows cold and history repeats

Through the darkness the same eyes seek



The water is murky, it’s never clear,

Shivering and wonder what I’m doing here,

Standing before those judging eyes,

Level now with no disguise



Will it ever end, will it ever be right?

Will the darkness lighten up, stop being night?


The wind blows cold and history repeats

Through the darkness the same eyes seek


Same place, on a different day,

Little eyes look up my way,

What to do? The decision is mine,

To be nourishing or to be unkind



Will it ever end, will it ever be right?

Will the darkness lighten up, stop being night?

The wind blows cold and history repeats

The decision is mine- the cycle ends with me.