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

Oh, 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 looks like the skies of LA
Skies of LA

Skies of LA

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 shouldn'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 of a light
Skies of LA

My future looks like the skies of LA

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Writer(s): Christopher A. Stewart, Terius Youngdell Nash, Thaddis Laphonia Harrell