Red Sky

There’s a red sky at morning,

Where I hoped you would be.

There’s a sense of belonging

That I desperately seek.

As I stand in the shadows,

Hiding safe from the rain,

I’m aware of the sound,

I’m alone once again.

 

Is it straight fact or fiction

When you tale me your tales?

Is there somewhere to hide

When all sympathy fails?

There’s a red sky at morning

And I’m straining to see

If there’s anything left

we can still call our own

As the fog slowly lifts,

I can see I’m alone

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