The sky is falling
all hope is lost.
The stars have shown our wishes
though we gave them our trust.
The clouds are bleeding
spreading their sorrow.
It will be worse tommrow.

Pretend it will be O.K.
patch up the sky.
Dispoze of the rainbow's tears.
Why must they always cry?
In a world engulfed in sorrow,
it will be worse tommrow.

Patch up the sky,
fill the void
with masking tape of lies.
We have no choice
cover the stains.
In a world engulfed in sorrow
it will be better tommrow.
 
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