Shelter

On a downhill of life the earth made a sound as of sighs and the last drops fell from the emptied cloudless sky.
It's few and far between that I had failed to see. In this dull season he's easy of belief.
Skeleton key still hanging in the scale. He crouched for the plain truth.
Making this world a hell skeleton key opening doors for you and I've given everything.
But got nothing in return lighting his candle at both ends. Time is hanging heavy on his hands.
Bowed under a noise fit to raise the dead as it's few and far between that I had failed to be.
In this dull season I've given up belief come down in this world....