Where Skies Aren'T Gray
The moment my life is over,
Is the moment I rest in peace.
I yearn my final freeing,
For my unhappiness to cease.
All that had been taken,
Shall be made good.
And all that puzzled me,
Shall be understood.
And the warm precious hand,
I lost on that tragic day.
Shall extend for mine,
Leading me where skies aren't gray.
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