The winds of change rushing through
No thought of warning, no notice due
Circling above the preying raptor
The tragic end to another chapter
As morning breaks realisation dawns
That we live our lives as mere pawns
To those of us no longer around
Just empty space, silence profound
Alas the emptiness and solitude of space
Provoking memories time can’t replace
Look up to the skies, the praying raptor
Turning the page to a brand new chapter
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