Gray Skies

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I saw grief beneath the clown’s laugh,

Pain on the runner’s calf,

Loneliness in the singer’s voice,

Fear inside the soldier’s eyes.

Weakness is not what’s felt inside;

Strength it is, thus you need not hide.

For where the gray sky falls so low,

You rise and fly high in the sky.

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