Quiet Sky

As I pass through the clouds Falling faster to the ground I hear the quiet of the sky And the noisy world where I will die My thoughts turn to the things I've done And the dream my life has yet to become Fear then passes through my mind And I think of people and places gone But as my journey nears its end I remember words and dreams I've left I feel at peace in this quiet sky And know that this is not good bye.

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m-g-stankovich

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