The Sky is Crying

When the favourite part is bruised
Just when the ship is about to cruise
the ocean of stars and moons and it became loose
Losing the composure, losing the insanity
From the calm to vanity
Would even questions one's reliability
of holding on to the promise of security
and the ability of being the evergreen entity

The sky is crying, Earth momma's weeping
The land is terrorizing, trying to stop the fantasizing.

Trying the very best to recite
This feeling of being like shite
The urge to fight
Couldn't be fought but managed to be sought after
Grinding these stones into powder
and blow it all and let it scatter

It might not be the gold dust
Not even the worldly lust
Not the magical trust
Nor the dreamer's frustration
Just another imagination
That it will leave, full of anticipation
That it would be ok, that it'd be fine
to thread this thin line
They say tonight we dine
in hell, heck I don't mind

Told you don't wake me up when it ends
September is just a dance
Endless Waltz where hope ascends
To the crying sky, the weeping momma
Avoiding reality embracing the dogma
Maybe not, maybe to the magma
Of the terrorized land
So as to understand
Rocks to sand
Why would it be that part
That's bruised and bruised hard
was my favourite part.

The sky is crying, Earth momma's weeping
The land is terrorizing, trying to stop the fantasizing.