My beautiful, golden Sky.
Our world exploded that day
When plans went astray.
The heavens were tattered
Our bodies were shattered.
But oh, how you mattered,
My hero, my golden Sky.
Because of your love
When hate crashed from above,
We’re here, while friends fell.
Home to love, but not well,
I’m sorry to tell,
To a fresh glimpse of hell.
Demons plague us still.
Maybe always will.
My brilliant, talented Sky.
You’ve saved me twice over
I’m not the hero here.
We both owe so much to
Our sparkling lady who
When times were black
Loved us through hell and back.
Dazzling Brooke and glorious Sky,
I’ll need you and love you till the day that I die.
Why do I deserve you?
Do I even deserve two?
Was it always God’s plan
When I was a broken man?
Others sadly died,
But our love magnified.