Standing beneath these Azure skies, I sigh, Taking in a deep breath And as I exhale, I look at the verdurous leaves of the tree Which move in motion By the beguiling zephyr Tempting me, To live a little longer.
I treat my eyes, to The sight of the butterflies, Fluttering, Above my messed hair, Pouring vivid colours Into my blues. Tempting me, To hold on a little while longer.
Don't get me wrong, I don't want to die But I find no reason, good enough To make my life W o r t h l i v i n g.
I'm muffled up in scars Which numb my senses, Caught in tears, Which refuse to pour. So I stand beneath these azure skies, E v e r y s i n g l e d a y Hoping it would help me, Gulp down some sanguinity To hold on a little while longer.