Amethyst Skies

Stare up at the amethyst skies,
The emerald trees, your golden lies;
You’ve created this fantasy,
This broken, burned reality.

When you lose the sun and find the night,
I’ll light my soul on fire and be your sight.
When you fall apart and the stitches break,
I’ll tear myself up and your binds I’ll make.

If you give up the amethyst skies,
The emerald trees, your golden lies;
You can take my fantasy,
My scratched, scattered reality.

As you find the medication doesn’t work,
The nurses don’t help, the shots only hurt;
I’ll give you my love and hand you the hope
So even with a shattered mind you’ll cope.

I’ll be your amethyst sky,
Your emerald tree, your golden lie;
I’ll recreate your fantasy,
Your perfect, pure reality.