Original Poems by Me

I Look to the Sky

When all hope is lost, I turn to the sky

For she sees all in a different eye

A different point of view than you or I

A different hue of golden skies

For when she sees all in such a manner

She does not wonder what is the matter

She knows what happens

She sees all that goes on

In this world of heathens

And people who run

Run away from their problems

They don't want to see

Run away from their loved ones

The ones who loved me

My darling, don't cry to me

Cry to the sky, beautiful is she

She will have answers, unlike me

She will have solutions

To the problems from which you flee