If The Sky Could Weep
The sky shows no concern or grace,
For Friday's dawn or sister's place.
Oh, I wish the sky would weep for me,
Its tears would bring some sweet relief, you see.
Yet still, I know it's not to be,
For sorrow's breath must rise, then flee.
If heaven wept for every soul,
The rain would never stop its roll.
It's just a thought, and fair, I think,
That clouds stay quiet, while hearts sink.
Still, I long for tears to fill the sky,
And find some comfort as time goes by.
Copyright © The Painter | Year Posted 2025
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