under tragic blue skies
you threw words like stones at me
you said it was my fault
you threw words like stones at me
rubbed in the wounds with salt

under tragic blue skies
I felt your fists beating down on me
I was worthless in your eyes
I remember the blood kept flowing
and that was the day I died

was the beer as bitter as your dark heart?
did it give you the courage you need?
to break a child in two

under tragic gray skies I was buried
the rain made the angels in the graveyard cry
father o father why did you end me
Under tragic gray skies, did you cry?

(C) 2017 allen Wolfie Simpson

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