Uncrowded Sky from Dreamland by Russell Schmidt

No, no, no, can’t let go I love them so
So I sung when I was young
Of all the things to have and hold
I’d gather them around me
Cling to them and cry
“Don’t lift me up!
Don’t lift me up!”

Important names, exciting games
All began to seem the same
I got bored and wanted more
And when I asked, you gave and gave
“Take them all away from me!”
Has now become my cry
“And lift me up Oh Lift me up To uncrowded sky”

No, no, no, truth be told
I can’t see you any more
This stuff of mine, a mountain high
Keeps my eyes from meeting yours
Ceaseless expectations Are all my life’s about
Lift me up, lift me up

Bridge
Where did you, the giver go?
I am buried in this hole
With a fortune for a grave
And who’d believe I’d find you there
In such simplicity of air?

I used to dream of mighty me
Floating on a self-made sea
Success and fame, my middle names
Claiming what’s mine rightfully
Beneath this cluttered ocean
Of all my answered cries
Now I dream of you and me
And uncrowded sky

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