My sky is fallen down, , , 
  And I can't hold my grounds, , , , 
 Because my feet are running away, , , 
    When I tried to maintain  their stay again, , , 
  They said, sorry we are already on our way....
They are on their way and is all well, , , 
  I wish I could find them there and everywhere, , , 
   Maybe tears and fears might be to haunt my nights, , , , 
  Since I have no ground and feet to fight....
I refuse to worry but once abuse my sorry, , , 
   To worry gives nothing but a long story, , , , 
  Why in my own world nobody knows my name, , , , 
 A master, now broke in the game... 
  I try to keep hold of the game, , , 
   But anytime I turn a look, my players gone, , , , 
 I was alone on my own, , , 
  Will my dreams survive? I ask and pray to end at the end, , , 
   With me, my only friend...                
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