I stand here at the end of the world.
There's nothing but odd landscapes.
Nothing but strange skies.
The world plummets into chaos,
Yet this view is rather beautiful.
Nothing but strange skies.
The houses warped into abstract figures
And sidewalks lead straight to the heavens.
Nothing but strange skies.
I looked back to my world covered in flames.
Why must they fight? Why must they feel pain?
Maybe I can save them. Maybe I could give it a couple of tries.
But what if they don't listen to me? Should I leave them?
Every time they look at me, they see the broken land
And nothing but strange skies.
I decided to keep walking forward,
Ignoring my family's warnings as I continued.
Nothing but strange skies.
As the skies warped and the landscape shifted,
I was met with the astounding breeze of clean air.
Nothing but strange skies.
I want to stay here forever.
I want to live here where there is
Nothing but strange skies.
I was then lifted up to the sky I see
With so much joy as the hills and trees surround me.
Why didn't they follow me? They'll miss such a scene.
I will take my chance and follow my heart's desire.
I will ascend to the heavens with a smile on my face
And be one with the strange skies.
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PoetryIf you find this book, listen well. If the words in this collection are unfamiliar, you are not alone. I found these words while one day going through a dictionary I know. Maybe you might learn a few new words for your vocabulary.
