The skies were clear
and the heaven had sung,
a song of revelation.
A song for our tired
bones to be set alight.

We heaved and fought
and breathed and cared
and loved under clear skies.
As a song played, for our
tired bones to be set alight.

We heard the riots of
Our souls and fed the
anger and resentment.
Our song played while
Our bones burnt under the sky.

As we became, ashes to ashes,
swept into waves and curves
of the wind patterns that
carried the remains of Our tired
bones, dancing into the clear sky.
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