Solid White Skies

One of those awakenings where my head is not on point
Despite it being the morning it could be the darkest night
Trying not to surrender to my flailing state of mind
But on days like this it's hard, with a field
With a field of solid white skies

When one is feeling flustered with nothing to pull you out
And the winter gales a bluster, need to get out of the house
At these times we need the warmth, but it never could arrive
Maybe that's the deal, with a field
Field of solid white skies

When one is feeling low and need the words of a friend
There's nothing to make you get yourself out of the bed
You need to push forward, not always look behind
That's easier said than done, with a field
Field of solid white skies



Credits
Writer(s): Zack Woolfson
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