A Blanket Of Dark Clouds

A wise man once told me
To never judge a person unless I walk a mile in their shoe
For truths are hidden deep away from the world
Concealed from view

But I was too busy looking at others
Wishing I could be them
What if I could hold the crown over my head
Or perhaps possess a gem

It wasn't until midnight that day
When I heard their crying voices
Behind closed doors
Where darkness alone rejoices

What a sad reality it is, I think,
My head filled with their painful sobs and shouts,
For even the sky sheds its tears
Under a blanket of dark clouds