It's so
sad what we have become
Beautiful
days we seem to leave so undone
And I
don't know where we will go from here
All I
know is that I can't seem to see the sun
Through
the sky from here
Everyone
has a finger
But they
can't point me to the light
It can't
be that hard to find
After
all we're so bright
I don't
know if tomorrow has a day
I don't
know if the rays will shine my way again
All I
know is that I'm standing in a place where
My
future is like the skies of L.A.
Skies of
L.A.
Skies of
L.A.
I don't
know if my body can take much more
We're in
the line of the richest riches
But my
mind seems so poor
Everyone
has a finger
But they
can't point me to the light
It
should't be that hard to find
After
all we're so bright
I see so
many visions
But
everyone seems out of sight
This is
total neglection
Skies of
L.A.
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