little hands reach upon the sky
clouds pass by and eyes sparkle
strong wind blows and wounds burn
if i cry would anyone run to my way
daytime walk is too lonely
nighttime keeps me awake
time passes as memory reflects
vent out won't make vain goes away
i know the devil is on my shoulder
and the angel never pat my back
life goes around and heart breaks again
but death has final day still far away
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