Thought of the month of
June 2002

« Your Stormy Skies »

I am still here. What about you?
I've been here for a while seeking your truth.
I waited a while, and went back home
Just to return the next day seeking the storm.

I am still here. How about you?
I've been coming back everyday feeling alone.
I've seen some passing me by,
In a hurry on their way to the promised land.
As if there was a place of truth ...
As if there was a land to be promised to.

There were also some not knowing where they're headed.
As if life was just a longing stretch of time
Where you've got to set it all in the line
Not expecting anything to come back around.
And I'm still here, waiting alone, for the sky to shine.

So how about you, may I ask?
How about the skies where you lie.
Are you holding on to something?
Or Someone?
Or is it just a waste in the ashes of our lives?

Well, let me tell you something about these skies.
They come and go, passing us by.
They'll seem all beautiful and shiny
Maybe tomorrow when you look at the grayish lies.

That is where I found my promised land!
In the skies that rhyme with the shiny souvenirs
Of a certain yesterday long forgotten.

And so I will go now to see my shining land rise,
And don't need to come back around for your stormy skies.