Crayon Sky -

We’re empty pages in a book

Yet to be defined

38, I’m a child

Still laughing and blind

To the world

It carries on like the tide

Remembering those who died

They’re greater than I

Oh, what I could have been

…if only…

My father, he made me

My mother, she prayed for me

Under the Glory of God, Almighty

Pleading for color

The pages sing to me

I finally draw my sky

For all to see

Should Christ have refused the cross?

Endless angels, they burn my rest…

Only God knows my name

…so sad