The sky is blue, the sky is endless
The sky is so far away from our reach
Is it just an illusion, a hope in hell
Waiting around for this day to end
Coz it is way too blue
Almost like a fake, bright, made out colour
Waiting to be painted on a beautiful picture
Waiting for the night to come
And open up its dark wings
The city is asleep and I am finally free
Free from pain and the worlds opinions
I can finally hear my own thoughs
Talking to stars in some other galaxy
Wondering maybe that is where I am supposed to be
Night so beautiful, my only true friend
Let me ride you, set me free
Let me smell you till I can take a deep breath
Then drop me off at the furtherest star
Where nothing can reach me ever again
Where freedom will make up my every day
Stars appear so tiny yet they are so bright
Nothing is as it seems
Stars are the eyes of the so called scary night
There is something out there waiting for me
But till then I will keep on talking to stars
Breathing the freshly cold air
Setting myself free
Letting my soul dream

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