if gravity took a holiday
the moon would float away
drifting towards eternity
forsaking judgement day.
if the raging sun lost its fire
the innocent sky would grow black
ancient light traveling millions of years
would be looking back.
if the hand of death should loose its grasp
returning departed souls
we could listen to ancestors' voices
weeping as their stories told.
if time could flow in reverse
deeds and words i would undo
granted a sacred second chance
i would be better to you.
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