SKY ILLUSIONS
Thru the sky's Ov blue, shredded are the winds ov time.
Echoes the voices, that tear thru.
Wondering if their, mistaken choices.
Illusions are, the whispers that we hear.
Visionary to be, are the voices that we see.
Cast upon are the echoes, the hallows the sound.
The knowledge is, ov knowing they are near.
Thru the skys ov blue, the visions ov luv and life.
In the winds' whispers, that carry them thru.