The Sky Is How You See It

My back is turned to you, But I'm listening. I'm gazing at my personal sky From the door of my life. I see a sea, I feel the breeze, I hear the birds screech against the wind. I love my paradise, I love my life... I love the view of my personal sky. So bring me your rainstorms, dump them in the pail. There's a tinderbox for the hail. Bring me your lightnings, and your thundering attacks, But wipe your feet on my welcome mat. Leave everything at my door, I promise I care, But stand with me a while, and breathe the free air.