I Chose the Sky

Your thoughts attack

You made your bed

You moved your king, now rest your head

The cutting edge

Or so you think

Your thoughts are ancient, your ways extinct

What do you want

What do you need

Just stay away

and leave me be

Stand by your choice

I stand by mine

You chose the ground

I chose the sky

The choice to break

No choice at all

Stung by your venom, chained to walls

Black clouds above

The sun is grey

Bad luck surrounds us just like prey

What do you want

What do you need

Just stay away

and leave me be

Stand by your choice

I stand by mine

You chose the ground

I chose the sky

Now go and roust

your little group

and go convince them of your truth

They'll see your best

No doubt, at first

Until they see you at your worst