Have you ever asked, 'why? ';
As a bird passed you by?
Will you fly, like a bird, when you die?
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My grandson, I have yet to meet
That matters not to me.
For, even though I've seen you not
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In the blink of an eye; you appear... I look back;
In the blink of an eye, you are gone.
Like a piece in your game, you so carelessly play;
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I've paid a price, more times than not
Through life, my cost was high
From bottoms up, then down I fought
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When I die, will I fly?
Like a bluebird would fly?
Way up high
Up above in the sky?
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'Oh, woe is me', she cries again.
Not caring of the carnage left behind.
The utter destruction she so kindly bequeathed her loved ones.
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