The Sky

 

When I look at the clouds all I see is her face.

I start thinking back and trying to retrace, embrace,

this moment because, she is in a better place.

But, my hopes remain up, cause well you know, just in case

I see her  pretty face again, not in the sky.

I still can't accept the fact.. Why did you have to die?

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