'this world is not my home im just passing through'
with every season passing by
some lived some have diyed
leaving love ones behind
a beautfull world some might say
looking beyone ones grave
the words free with in the saved
i wonder what the sun may think
i whoder what the moon might say
if we gave them a chance to speak
to look and seek
through out each day
to dicide the worlds behaveour
saying how the world over looks a savior
-Faden Back-
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