Chapter I: The boy on the bus (who loved the sky)

Blue as ocean, blue as light,

Fearing all and fighting with the sky

It was him, it is ` I`...

It`s him now, now is my fight.

This is one story from one life:

The boy who walked in that yellow bus.

The boy who at first fought the sky.

The boy who now is looking up

Laughing, tanking, saying `Hi !`.

How I like to let my mind

Remember his dark and bright sides.

How I love to see his face

While he look up at the space,

Smiling, praying, loving all...

On that seat from yellow roads

Now...

We`re looking up at the same `souls`.-MisaWAR (One)

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