Our Second World |
| by A-lepht |
There's a place up in the sky
filled with people we love.
It's up where angels fly,
it's the heavens up above.
The home of our second world
where we will all meet again.
So we must remember that
our lives never really end.
So when you feel sad and blue
and you think you lost all hope,
your loved one's somewhere new,
and there's loved ones here to help you cope.
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