The sound of nails scraping sky
Is less like the sound of chalk skidding across an ocean of black
In front of open, impressionable faces that soon close like doorsThe sound of nails scraping sky
Is less like the roar of gunfire and rumbling of rallying souls
Of innocents mourning for a life taken too earlyThe sound of nails scraping sky
Is more like the skittering strokes of a pen
Fragile and hopeful and open until the page fills with words like itThe sound of nails scraping sky
Is like imagination testing its boundaries
The boundaries bursting like a balloonGiving in to a vacuum beyond star-speckled voids
Beyond hopes and dreams and pleasures of this life
Beyond grief and life and death and timeThe sound of nails scraping sky;
That's where any other void seekers
Will find you and I.