The sky so sweet and the ground so hard, I smile as I watch you cry and sigh, but when you bleed red. There is nothing I can do to assist you. As my tears fall, for the first time I am not allowed to play in the labor of your love, your gift to the earth.

When you bleed red I cry, when you bleed red, I slightly die.

Sky, this time you haven't stopped. Sky why are you not healing creating your beautiful scars? Why are you insisting on staying like this, constantly bleeding, never recovering your stable composer? Will I ever play under your watchful eye again?

When you bleed red I cry, when you bleed red, I know I'm awake

Sky, you have stopped bleeding but I fear for the worst, unlike when you were awake, you don't cry or sigh, no snow falls from the nonmoving clouds. Where your scar should be, stands an open wound.

When you bleed red I cry, when you bleed red, I'll know you're alive

Sky, what happened, I still don't know, how do you bleed, mother says you were never alive, that it was my imagination....... But I don't believe her, does she not notice, all your beautiful scars?

When you bleed red I cry, Now that you have stopped bleeding red, I think I'll die...