Open my eyes a name is called from the sky as I fall from so high woundering were I will land and die in the ocean or on the ground were ever my body is found torn apart or intact were ever they find me at but none the less as I fall from the sky my wings are broken my halo is gone falling faster watching the days go by never really woundering why I'm falling from the sky
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