The sky
Has grown dark
As my soul
Has taken part
In the wind
Its pieces drift
Sapphire sky amid
The heathens calling to lift
They lift the heavy clouds
Far above our heads
Yet they make not a single sound
And are invisible; a heart of silver threads
So as the threads of sky lift the clouds
Be thankful they keep you safe
For each invisible person who makes no sound
Is another thread that keeps away the hate
Dear invisible savior,
Thank you for holding up the clouds,
For each invisible savior
Must have felt the sky fall down
Otherwise,
They would not even think
To hold up the sky
For everyone passing by
But trust me,
Invisible savior,
One day they will not pass you by,
Because they will see your worth,
And help you hold up
The falling sky
©aspen_fall
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