As the words fall short of sincere in hope I'll find a way. If my wings could pull me up I'd find my way back home. Will I ever find you there have left this home. The pages left in ruin and an angel of love would never come in time to see me fall away. these pages turn into a forgotten memory. an insincerity untouched. a lover?s sky will always rain red. an angle of love would never come in time to see. a lover?s sky is all I look up to. I?ll wake tomorrow. I?ll be there in my pain. I'll fight through all of this just see another day. A lover's sky.