Luminous pilot, guide me through,
The barren future seems bleak without you.
Amongst the millions now, lost in the skies,
And it kills me to compose the words for goodbyes.
A bond is broken and how hearts bleed,
Dominos fall and grief precedes.
Silence smoothers these hills tonight,
And we gaze at the heavens as an angel takes flight.
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