Flying
Flying flying
Over the sky
Oh so very high
I see the moon, I sea the stars
I see the people in their cars
I see the children having fun
I see you there crying
On your own
Sobbing over me leaving your side
"It twas my time, my dear, my dear
for I am ever sorry for leaving you lone.
but I want you to know one last thing, I will always love you no matter what”
This is a sequel to “till death do we part”
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