A man down there's dressed in a tux, beside his blushing bride in her dress of white.
Another man is dressed up, too. He lays in wait for his funereal rite.
A child was born, just now, down there. He gasps and screams out his first breath.
How odd that I should witness the joy and pain, the life and death.
I watch the clouds as I skim by, and cannot see these tales below,
Yet though I can't testify to any of this, somehow, in my heart, I know.
It takes all kinds in that little lego land, as I view the world from on high,
And who knows? Perhaps, someday, someone else will look down, thus, and cast their thoughts on you or I.
So for all those sweet gals, laying bruised and beaten,
All those hobos who haven't eaten,
For the kids lying awake, wondering where mommy is,
And for the others who think they'll never be missed,
Look up to the sky, and think of me, too
For if I'm e'er flyin' I'm thinkin' of you.
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