The Sky

It's blue, it's black, it's white

For me it's still the sky.

One of wonders i love to see,

Where I dream, one day, to be.

It has no limit nor a boundary,

Just like sailing into the sea.

It calms my heart and mind,

The peacefulness of me, I find.

O, how I envy the birds,

That fly across it without any surge.

Passing the clouds of soft cottons,

That sometimes look like futons.

Outside the window I look up,

To see the sky above.

Feeling its wind blowing to me,

As gentle as it can be.

O, day by day I thank the Lord,

For He restores my soul that's been torn.

Washes it through every drop of rain,

And when the sky is cleared, so as my pain.

It's mine, it's yours, it's ours

The sky that holds the stars.