I’m looking to see those clear blue distant skies
Where sunshine warms the day and bakes the sand,
Where white sea gulls are the clouds drifting by
A place mixed of water, fresh air and land.

I’m looking to see those far off distant skies
But a brick and concrete wall blocks my view,
The sounds are cars and hungry baby cries,
And an occasional gun shot or two.

I’ll close my eyes to see those distant skies
And dreaming transports me to an Island,
And wonder if dreaming lets you to fly
To walk with me beneath those skies on sand.

We could just sit and watch those clear blue skies,
Listen to the surf ‘s continual pound,
Till twilight comes creeping with warm wind sighs
And moonlight softly lights the waves and ground.

I wake to the pain of dark gray cloudy skies
Alone to face my drab and boring day,
Where rats scurry and pigeons are what flies
Till all is through and dreams return my way.