Sky is for fore-speech always   your voice in the airways      so wake those asleep Lord whose only reward is this life here      may the seeking not be   put to shame because of me      don't let those out looking for you find a dead end instead      light the way with fires   a seeking heart it requires      to the way you've hand picked I find you perfect set the picnic      dine or just stand far off   counting places on the table cloth      you look like we've all sketched think it's far-fethced your arms outstreched      avoids kisses and hugs   like a snake with earplugs      that ignores the charmers tune and stays immune to loving you