Gazing up into the sky watching the clouds go by
It doesn't occur to me the time is flying by
The day, fading away it is seeming
Wondering if I should stay or be leaving
Looking ahead of me I sigh
Now facing down, head in hands, beginning to cry
Wondering if there is a God and should be believing
As the darkness beckons, draws more near
The wind whistles though all the trees
Standing here peacefully without any fear
As I watch them swaying, rotating with ease
Swallowed in fog not a sign of clear
With my life passing by as it may please
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