Something Pretty

I looked to the sky
Or rather the canopy we live beneath tonight
Parallel seams
Woven dreams
Cover this valley and mothers this home

I trembled in fear
Or rather with anguish I dreamt of old skies
Dreaming I saw
A light so delicate, so untouched
Black soliloquy

But when I’m awake
Or rather, my parable is walking again
I ask why I’m here
What am I doing?
Why can’t the light come and tell me I’m fine

I trembled in fear
Or rather, excitement for what is to come
One day I know, a breath will fill out the cosmos
See, the black soliloquy

If I see something pretty, far away
A heavenly spark, born enveloped in petals
Illusory, calling my name
All the air will sing with fervor, in all twelve keys
I’d give my life just to see something pretty
Just to see something pretty
To see something pretty
Just to see something pretty
To see in the distance
The hope that I missed this whole time

I looked to the hills
Or rather, the wasteland our lords left behind
Blackened and bare
I couldn’t remember a time of creation
Or turbulent life

I let myself cry
Or rather, gave into the darkness inside
And yet through it all
The sky is still as it was that day
Black soliloquy

I thought for a while
Or rather, a crisis took over my form
Why are we here
What are we doing?
Suffering endlessly into the night

Oh what it would be
Relinquishing everything to the abyss
And in this great fall
That light would visit me in the dark
Black soliloquy

If I see something pretty, far away
A heavenly spark, born enveloped in petals
Illusory, calling my name
All the air will sing with fervor, in all twelve keys
I’d give my life just to see something pretty
Just to see something pretty
To see something pretty
Just to see something pretty
To see in the distance
The hope that I missed this whole time