When the sun gave up the sky

As heaven come crashing down on us
The sky is getting darker
I watch the air
Whirling and blowing as if…
And I can’t help but think
‘Soon, it is no more’

As clouds gather, without giving a second thought
Of the sky that’s getting darker
I hear the sound of the flowers
Growing and getting beautiful as if…
And I can’t help but think
‘Soon, they are no more’

And the sky is getting darker
No matter how hard I try
Because nothing here is my fault
And I can’t make it undone

And as the air whirl and as the flowers grow
I can’t help but think
‘It wasn’t my fault, and soon, they are no more’