When Skies Come Falling

3 am it seems like forever
since i last breathed in sunshine
try as i might to see this t hrough poetic eyes
i find nothing romantic about this city
i built my sandcastles around an hourglass
surrounding a tin box
full of 'I'll love you forevers'
when your skies come falling
where do you hang your angels
because for a fleeting moment all was a miracle
and i screamed 'will someone
please tell God im drowning'
so long i've waited for an answer
some sort of echo to let me know im here
am i home?
my arms out stretched
my head thrown backwards
and my eyes closed i can almost see through this
is this where the heart is?
am i home?
i can't hold you here anymore
reaching for silver linings
i want to take all this and throw it all away
until im older and wiser until im so far removed
it won't even matter
home, am i home?