I look up at the moon again, I wonder if you are fixing it, in your mind am I still alive?
Do you think of me so I will not die, around us the world is broken, fighting each other, we left a battle field of broken things.
Now we see, that we are maybe to be, in love in this life or the next.
Can we fix a un fixable field of dead things?
Sing again for me, so that I can tell every body that this is my song.
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