• erickpratt 9w

    Tomorrow's Skies

    As I stand here on this cold ground,
    I don’t know what my life means to me.
    So I sleep and dream of days past
    To find if life is what it seems to be.
    And as I look back I find
    My memories have been washed away.
    So then I look to tomorrow’s skies,
    But find the day has turned to grey.
    Now I don’t know what life has meant,
    And I fear that I will never know.
    So I now yearn for brighter skies
    And seek angels’ wings of snow.

    ©erickpratt