A poem on the crucifixion.
The Sky Cries For Me
The sky cries for me,
at the cosmic hand,
help me make it shine again,
in the sky and in my heart.
The sky cries for me,
as the wind howls fierce,
the sky cries for it’s son,
lost from home my heart
The sky spits down tears,
through love and peace,
comes a martyrs death,
the time will come and soon.
My destiny spoke of by others,
the pages of history speaks
the son of your world,
the sky cries for me.
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