The Final Moment Before the Sky Falls

January 23, 2008
By Jessica Worobetz, Fort Macmurray, ZZ

The final moment before the sky falls
The cold Chill of finished creeps up my spine
Wind starts to howl like the devils calls
The rusted hand on the clock tick past nine
Red, blue, and grey paint portraits in the skies
He said forever but he had lied
The onyx clouds explode before our eyes
Our promise and trust have now died
I think keep smiling, keep smiling
Fake and say its going to be alright
The heartbreak and anger keep piling
I’ve lost nothing but myself here tonight
Forever our friendship was abide
Heres to the moment, the night we died

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