The sky does not know how to rest,
It turns and shifts, it holds its breath.
By day it sings in endless blue,
By night it dreams in silver hue.

It stretches far beyond my sight,
A canvas brushed with gold and light.
The stars are eyes that never close,
They watch the world, they watch it grow.

The storms may come, the rain may weep,
Yet still the sky refuses sleep.
For even clouds that steal the day,
Will break apart and fade away.

Oh endless sky, so vast, so free,
A quiet guide that watches me.
If I should falter, if I should fall,
Would you still catch me after all?