I haven't seen the sky in months. Blue I'm told Or bright red, the vivid colours Warn Of imposing storm. But all I see is grey - The forecast for today. In my bubble, I watch the ground, So afraid to stumble, Fall.. Don't dare look up, Dare to dream, Dreams are crushed by oncoming black clouds, I've seen it before. The perfect sky, Lost on me. I'm nothing that I thought I could be.