Blown out lights,
Cloudless grey skies,
This is not what you lived for.

You were made for purple skies,
For lights that shine like gold.

For rivers of diamond blue,
And trees of green growth.

You were not made to waste away,
Do not sit there and waste even a second.
You are more than that.

You're a beautiful sunset sky,
You're the silver lining on every cloud.

You have to live,
Don't die without a story.

Make your story.
Be your story.