As I lay here dying,
I see all of my people,
flying and dying,
So as I lay here dying,
I start flying,
Some where far away.
As I see my people crying,
The flesh of their bones,
I start crying saying,
I want to go back,
I don't want to die,
I just want to fly,
Back to my family.
But to late I'm happy,
Flying with my soilders,
In heaven.
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