Up in the sky,
there my eyes lies
awaiting the reaper's reply
on my quest to die
Up in the sky,
I asked the reaper why
he hasn't wave me hi
and tell me goodbye
Up in the sky,
my want rose so high
that I began to cry
at the denier's decry
Up in the sky,
I needed to fly,
I needed to die
just to tell my woes 'goodbye'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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