don't come looking for blue skies here
for we both know they don't last.
it is better to take your shadow with you
and confess all your days
The cross stays on top Golgotha
still empty
Where has our saviour gone
the nobel prize winners
the high iqs
still our blue skies are shared with the dark
and as a child drops down and die
and as soldiers kill each other in our battlefields
golgotha waits with it's empty cross