Sadness in the Sky

Sometimes people pass by,
and see me looking at the sky
The clouds seems to be my icon,
and my soul is the main beacon

In each day I breath and speak,
my heart goes crazy and weak
The salvation for its madness,
is her hands touch and caress

Every time I look at the sky,
it's like another reason to die
The stars shimmers and glow,
yet not one of it is willing to fall

She's moving on and smiling,
I'm standing in the corner crying
Your hands belongs to someone,
and i'm praying i'll be that one

Sometime people pass by,
they would tell me to never cry
The hope they give to me,
is a relief from my agony

So as I look at the sky,
my tears went dry
It gave me a new hope,
and it lessens my load