Clouded Sky

You say that I amThe thorn in your eye,
That is blackening
Your very own sky.

You say I held you down,
That I was anchoring you.
So now tell me darling
Where is this leading us to?

So now I let go
Of you little hoe.
This is where it ends
Your actions were tense.

I will not keep anchoring you,
So I can see you flying!
But your feet are still on ground.
And I can see you crying.

You vulture
Spread your wings,
I will pack
All of my things.
And leave you for death
With all of your wrath.