Like a soft breeze I feel you there,
Though many can't, I feel you.
I know you'd want me to smile,
So I do my best,
I know you'd want me to move on,
So that I did.
I wish I knew,
But I know I can't,
How are you?
What's there after death?
What is it like,
Up in the sky?
What is it like,
Where the angels fly?
Though days go by,
And you are no longer breathing,
You live in my dreams,
Where you'll always be alive.
Though nights drag on,
And your words no longer come,
They are written on my heart,
And I will never forget them.
Though you no longer say hello,
And I never said goodbye,
Please tell me,
What's it like where the angels fly?
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Written in memory of Alexander Fruk
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Author's note: I do not believe in Heaven or anything like that, but he did. So don't comment on the meanng of "the sky" Thanks.
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