Fallen Sky Soft sunset and orange mist, Rest your head, relax your fists. The sky is soft, the world is calm, The cliffs crumble, the oceans hum. Treasure softness, treasure light, Accept the day and adore the night. Don your crown, you could have it all, Just don't think about when the sky falls. Hold on to idle mercy, So it doesn’t slip into the black. Hold on to the quiet times, And hope they dare to come back. The sun slips beneath the mountains, The insects start to sing, The constellations show their face, The owls unfurl their wings. Hold on to this time, Your mind mimics its thrall, But know that sour thought, The sky will not be so gentle When it decides to fall.
