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Through the sky

an image is turning

of drying bones

a life that was burning

the hair is all grey

his hopes are diminished

the face but a shadow

of a life long finished

we live and we die

separated by fate

separated by time

and still are the same

the turning goodbye

barriers and chains

to search and not find

it still is the way

a memory sharp

it brightens the day

and ever the song

a wish to remain

lower the voice

and speak softly of others

the ones that we've missed

our sisters and brothers

the spirit is yearning

it knows how to take

expectations are high

and the world keeps on turning

the turning

the turning

the turning goodbye