I see a beautiful sky
and I think of you
I picture you starring off
lost in it’s beauty
Somewhere out there
thinking of me
I see a beautiful sky
and I whisper your name
Wishing you were beside me
welcoming the new day
welcoming a fresh horizon

Why can’t you hear me cry your name at night
How could you not know what to do next
How could you not know how much I need you

Maybe your gift isn’t wrapped in gold
or flawless in design
You’ll find that your treasure has been dropped
a few too many times
Left chipped, broken and glued

It’s beyond me why you’d deny the ability to mend
or otherwise repair
Your second-hand statue

For you truly are the only one who could
Gather your tools and get going already
A few more falls
And she’ll be un-repairable

Even for you

~Dorenda~