23 September 2012
Bright blue eyes,
Bright blue skies,
Skin so white,
Shines at night,
Seems to glide,
Seems to fly.
Seems to soar across the sky.
Where's she from?
Am I dumb?
I want to know,
Before she goes.
For she is born of the sky
Shining bright,
Through the night.
See the cloud,
Never loud.
Try to find,
But with bind.
Where's she from?
Am I dumb?
I want to know,
Before she goes.
For she is born of the sky
Lookin' hard,
Find no shard.
Can't find her,
Why not there?
Soarin' through,
I ain't got no clue!
Where's she from?
Am I dumb?
I want to know,
Before she goes.
Becuse she is born of the sky
Born of the sky.
Born of the sky.
©Sydney C September 2012 All rights reserved
NOTE: This is a song I wrote but I copied down the lyrics to make it a poem! Like it?
Born Of The Sky • Opuss № I