Falling
Upon these winds a cry is heardnot a bird or a beast
from which direction it came none are sure
it fades away now from wence it came
the heavens open wide
a down pour washes over the land
alas, they taste of salty tears
of many, many unhappy souls
angels that watch over us
can not help us now
alone and on our own we choose to be
up hill we tread never knowing where we go
which direction we are heading we can not see
the edge of an abyss looms nearer still
We fall - forever - falling
WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!
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