The sky looked down upon me one clear night.

As I walked a Kensington Street, losing the fight.

The moon and the stars came together to kiss.

It showed me the beautiful things I would miss.

The sky was hypnotic, like God had cast a spell.

It showed me hope, no matter how far I’d fell.

I walked the streets until I saw rise an eager sun.

It shone so bright, Gods work still wasn’t done.

Then I heard the birds sing, a chorus just for me.

The sky was never as blue as the one I could see.

God pulled out all of the stops, went out of his way.

I went home, knowing this would be a better day.