Hard to see the sky

Hard to see the sky


The truth is under
so many layers
it hard to see the sky
The calls that are made bleed with irony
Yells echo off the floor as the door lays open
The screams of the children can not be heard
The toys are in the yard as your lovers clothing hangs in the trees
Your heart is gone to another as I wait by the phone
And I know it will never ring for me
As the cost builds up be on reality
The music of the cellos rakes the ground
It sounds like the cries of bullets hitting the clouds
When will it finish?
No one wins in this position
More threats come form your people
As the lightening shots across the clouds
Players sitting with you at expensive restaurants
And children eat leftovers
You look pregnant with another mans baby
But it no longer hurts me
I wish you the best in your life