I look up in the sky and all I see is you
Its not to bright,
Its not to dark, its perfect
And its all ours...
So one day I hope when you feel
Lost, confused, or unwanted
You stare up into the sky,
Our sky and see us because our sky is perfect,
And everything under it in this cold, dreary world is gray.
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