The Sky
As the day passes by,
I look to the sky.
To my family at the heaven gates,
My painful death awaits.
I look to the sky.
I look to the sky and see clouds,
That hover over neighboring towns.
As my heart begins to pound,
I see spirits roming around.
I look to the sky.
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