Southern Skies

Southern skies seem to die

Each and every night

It's where the apple trees go to die

Where I lie in my bed

Never closing my eyes

Southern skies seem so alive

As the morning sun gets higher

That's the center of the city that's alive

While I walk around and try

To find my good times

Southern skies will have dark clouds 

When there is a blessing or a curse

Rain and thunder pourin' from the clouds

During the walk that I count the trials 

Until I have reached one million miles

Southern skies flood the land in white

Some gets soaked in blood

In a land of showered in white

A made army of might

Not a single knight

Leading command

And they march to better Southern skies