Dying To Live
There's a crack in the sky,
I saw it last night,
As a white feather blew by.
I know it's time,
I'll soon fly,
through that dark crack in the sky.
The stars wont shine,
the moon's light will find,
a dark crack that opens wide.
Then he'll grab my hand,
and pull me through,
to the other side.
I wont cry,
there's nothing I pride,
my tears have lied.
I'll wait for you inside,
that dark crack,
the one the beautiful clouds hide.
When it's your turn,
You'll know why,
A white feather blows by,
When there's a crack in the sky.
Copyright © Vickie Hurtt - Thayer | Year Posted 2022
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