Looking Up

Sometimes I like to lay in bed and look up at the sky
Thinking of things I used to do, and the days that have all passed by.
I think of family now long gone who made my life complete
And all wonderful people I was lucky enough to meet.
What happened to that little girl who loved to run and play
How did she end up here in time being grateful for each day.
The loves we shared with those long gone, with whom we are apart
Tends to stick and live within the confines of our heart.
The time passes on so quickly, we hardly notice it passing by
Until we take the time to lay and look up at the sky.

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