The sky can cry
Like the sky cut right open
In two, it wasn't blue
It was red, like it had bleed
And as the day went a little farther away
The blood turned gray
Like it had died and withered away
Let it weep cause down seeps the rain
On my skin as the thunder strikes
There's a loud cry that is heard
Right after you see the light
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Sometimes you have to try and see things from a different perspective to find a new meaning, like... Maybe try upside down?
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