Tears of sky,
wailing high,
from above our eyes,
they drop tonight.
The sad, sad sky,
continues to cry.
Yet below our feets,
they smile happily free.
They never despaired,
they've always shared.
But we never cared,
about little green hairs.
One is sad.
While most are glad.
I would never say,
as I wouldn't dare,
let this page, again,
tear.
