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I look up in the sky and cry

By , Woodland Hills, CA
It was a day to remember, feeling sadness and fright,
I dream about it almost every night,
I wish I could of known,
Wish I could hear your voice again in person or on the phone,
Every night I look up in the sky and cry,
And keep repeating to myself why oh why,
Did you have to leave me, can you still hear me,
I know it wasn’t your choice,
But man do I miss hearing your voice,
Think about it all the time,
You being gone to me is a crime,
Every night I look up in the sky and cry,
And keep repeating to myself why oh why,
But then I wipe the tears away and realize something so true,
God is taking care of you.





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