Page 18 - Fallen Thoughts
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A Sky Child
The clouds blowing
Softly in the wind
Have never told me
My love is a lie
The crescent moon
Illuminating the sky
Has never cried in agony
Because I embrace myself
The far away stars
Twinkling at me
Have never called
Me a sinner for who I am
No
The clouds sing a song
Of acceptance
The moon holds me
While I cry
The stars reassure me
“I am not nothing”
And people ask me why
I can’t stand
To be around the people
Who do all these things?
That the sky does not
