Take a leap of faith
beyond the boundaries of
your safe little world.

Whispers in the dark
the last night you’ll be alone
waiting on angels.

Weary of the world
and searching for a meaning
behind all these tears.

The sky in my heart
appears battered and bruised but
the wind keeps blowing.

The color of love:
not a blushing crimson but
a wine-colored bruise.

The boisterous sun
fades in the evening twilight
to a perfect black.

The week is over
let’s get this party started
and paint the town red.