Grey skies above
Matching the jungle of concrete and mud
Faces untouched
Reflecting lives of the blue and unloved
Bitter and blunt
The souls of many covet direction
Look close enough
And you might catch a glance of your reflection
The wind tells tales
Of moments so sweet,
Of tragedy veiled in lies and deceit
The surface shakes
From conflict and hate
Of innocent caught in history's wake
Smiles fade
And blend with the sky
Emotionless grey
A jungle of concrete and lies
I guess reality tells a story of life
Gazes below
Staring at their feet while time passes slow
Faces cast down
Drowning their sorrows in vices unbound
Indifferent minds
Scatter the streets yet they feel so confined
Look close inside
And you might catch wind of ascetic lives
The wind tells tales
Of moments so sweet,
Of tragedy veiled in lies and deceit
The surface shakes
From conflict and hate
Of innocent caught in history's wake
Smiles fade
And blend with the sky
Emotionless grey
A jungle of concrete and lies
I guess reality tells a story of life
The oceans sway
And whisper the tides
Their stories will fade and evolve with time
The surface calms
For a moment's grace
A moment to count the breaths that you take
Smiles rise
And contrast the sky
Emotional blue
A palette of scattering light
I guess reality tells a story of life