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A crack in the ceiling
Open a Window into my head,
Where you will find sky's are still
a baby blue.
Sun lit rays of light,
still shines upon your hand,
as pristine white puffy clouds
roll by swallowing the light
then regretting the rays of warmth
Back upon the world.
Nature way of playing peekaboo
With us.
Where the sun still shines
You can find me hiding there
Away from this broken world
And all the problems of of day to day life
Don't look at the cracks in my sky
They where never there.
Where you will find sky's are still
a baby blue.
Sun lit rays of light,
still shines upon your hand,
as pristine white puffy clouds
roll by swallowing the light
then regretting the rays of warmth
Back upon the world.
Nature way of playing peekaboo
With us.
Where the sun still shines
You can find me hiding there
Away from this broken world
And all the problems of of day to day life
Don't look at the cracks in my sky
They where never there.
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