Far above the light blue sky,
is where you lie,
watching the world,
turning to cry.
Seeing nothing but war,
and blood,
seeing all the bad,
but where is all the good?
Sit outside and listen,
what do you hear?
Sirens,
Trouble always near.
Far above the light blue sky,
is where you lie,
seeing only the good,
Trouble, is never near.








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