Safety

Watch the signs of the sky

When the nights become longer

the dying ones come.

Leave your mind behind

When heading to the last

stop before seeing all.

 

People cry when the paper burns

leading a trail toward the North.

Passed the right to see spirits at

rest after a long journey.

Heading to the last stop before seeing all.

 

When you see the steps of the spirits

make a sharp turn right as history repeats itself.

Follow the trail where little ones learn.

One more turn and you'll be on your way

to heading to the last stop before seeing all.

 

Watch the signs of the sky

When nights become longer

the dying ones come.

Leave your mind behind

when heading to the last

stop before seeing all.

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