It’s sad that I don’t know of any meadows
I have gone so long without looking at the sky
So long that I have got sick from it
Sick from looking people in the eyes
There’s so much emptiness behind their eyes
So much emptiness
They think the same thoughts
Every day they think the same thoughts
I haven’t looked at the sky in so long
I’m starting to think the same thoughts
My mind is grey from it
A morbid grey of sadness
So cold my heart aches from it
A cold grey
I wish I knew of a meadow
A meadow where I can lay and look at the sky
Look until the blue eats out the grey from my eyes
I wish I knew of a quiet stone archway
Maybe one with some vines crawling up the wall
With stone walls so quiet I cannot think the same thoughts
I wish I knew some place really beautiful
Not the loud beauty of white beaches with green waters
The serene beauty of old stone castles, you know
I wish I knew a place
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