Are you tired from the battles fought?
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All the years that you won or lost?
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Are you tired and shaken from it all?
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Are you scared that you'll lose control?
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As you cling to the words you know?
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In the silence you start to lose your hope.
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In the silence you dream of letting go.
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And maybe the clouds will open wide.
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And maybe you'll let us see you smile....from the sky.
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There's a sound as your breathing slows.
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As the stillness around you grows, there's a sound that you have always known.
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There's a sound familiar to your bones.
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And maybe the clouds will open wide.
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And maybe you'll let us see you smile....from the sky. From the sky.
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Now an emptiness fills the room.
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There's nothing left now for you to do.
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You can go, someone calls for you.
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You can go, to the arms that you once knew.
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You can go, they're open wide for you.
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From The Sky
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| Peter Bradley Adams |
