Where The Skies End

I walk these streets, a product of your apathy,

My hometown never did quite feel like home.

Perhaps its time to stick pins in the effigy,

In honor of that place I used to roam.

Its times like these I feel like I have lost myself.

Its been a long long way down the wrong road.

I don’t know who I am or who I could be,

I need a soft place to land to take off the load.

The lightning meets the sky, and it calls to me;

Its cathedral is the canyons and the birds.

Thunder cracks above me in a symphony,

Singing songs that I have never heard.

I cant change the way that they look at me;

I wont be what they want to see.

A stranger in my own skin, I used to be

but then I just got lost in the entropy.

Perhaps its time to run to where the skies end.

Where fires light the world in purple glow.

Maybe I can stay here for a little while,

And find new meaning for the word: home.