wandering
Out, away, under a dark blue sky
on my back in green grass i lie
watching as the clouds go by
inwardly I start to sigh
wondering about what doesn't meet the eye
what happens to those after we die
how much we'd be missed how much they would cry
someday maybe being free to fly
bringing me back to a dark blue sky
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