Crying Sky (aka Under a Crying Sky)  by JoAnn Allie Rankin, copy right 2017

Wide awake, in a dream
Level headed, to the extreme
I must be crazy to think I could change
The stars in the heaven, orbits rearrange

	I must’ve been born under a crying sky
	Life has taught me not to wonder why
	There’s a rhyme, there’s a reason
	A plan and purpose to every season

I fly my kite way too high
It dips and weaves, takes a dive
How many times must I fall?
Before I break… upon the wall

	I must’ve been born under a crying sky
	Life has taught me not to wonder why
	There’s a rhyme, there’s a reason
	A plan and purpose to every season

Hold my hand in the rain
By your side, I feel no pain
If this is crazy, call me insane
Close the door, whisper my name

	So we were born under a crying sky
	Life has taught us not to question why
	There’s a rhyme, there’s a reason
	A plan and purpose to every season
	Under a crying sky
	Under a crying sky
	Under a crying sky