The silver skyline sighs for sunshine,
Waiting for me to glow from below,
Darkness seeks peace,
In what we reap and sow,
Withered roses show their age,
From baseless praise,
Reminiscing on brighter days,
Made of quick sand,
True as lips land,
In regions meant for pleasing,
So rests a heart seasoned in angst,
Looking for love where it aint,
Hope grows faint,
Painting days with jade,
But the trick is to never let it fade,
So I pray for days,
Where fair skin,
Leads to something deeper within,
And a darker hue,
is shown the love it is due,
I am meant for you,
As time is to fate,
Knowing you’ll come,
Not a moment too late,
Place me where I should be,
Under duress,
To summon the strength with which I was blessed,
But know not,
Test my spirit,
with lyrics that beckon a better me,
So I can sing my true melody,
but above all else,
just let me be