The sun, the clouds
The bluest sky,
These humans act too loud.
O why my Faith, o why
Can't I say
Just what I feel?
Of you, of the world,
My mind is held at bay;
The fear grows too real.
Away the world, a darkened why.
The planes fly loudly through the sky.
Stillness, solitude, I cannot call you mine.

God's children will all be;
Few times loved, never free.