Blue Skies

Blue skies falling,
falling all around.
Whatever you do,
don't touch the ground.
For angels once fell,
once fell here.
Now the ashes on the grave,
resemble fallen tears.
And in the moonlight,
you may find scattered dreams.
Through out the stilled darkness,
he wanders lonely streets.
Waiting for her to come home,
come home from the sea.
Now every minute a wave breaks,
so does he...

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