Red Burnt Skies

Many, many a times the skies , oh the skies it engulfs the world with a stillness only it can provide rushing, oh the rushing of the cold and brutal wind within my soul yet only the healing can begin I know what it is coming true I remember when the sky was young and blue But now the world is cold and red with nothing but the crashing wave ahead I feel like all I've done is become the dead with all I touch it becomes something else not something old but something new We reach for what we've lost no matter what it costs Fear isn't something we turn to but simply give into All thats left is the sweet sound of truth even when the lies look us in the face we can stand still and drown in this space or we can move and change