A Possible Future "Free Your Mind" Segment

Alright, there's a series on Protag. that I've been contributing to called "Free Your Mind." If you're a former Ficlets person (and I know you're out there), you'll probably recall the Ficlets Revolution series, and all the madness that ensued there. This is somewhat similar, except this one's a little less insane. But just a little.
Anyway, I had an idea for my reentrance into the story, I wanted to lay it on y'all, and this seemed to be the only real publication option at the moment. Keep in mind, this is a draft, so it's more-or-less annotated (for example, all the stuff in parentheses are either thoughts, underdeveloped ideas, or something that'll change once I think of a better way to phrase it). Everything is subject to change, and comments are highly appreciated!

Blue Skies
(Undetermined Person) looked up apprehensively at the looming church. Run-down as it was, it still stood majestically over the grey street. When they took over, try as they might, the Antagonists could not bring themselves to destroy it, nor the magnificent stained glass windows, nor mar it in any other way, inside or out. They may have frowned upon art and discouraged religion, but they knew where divine boundaries lay.
"I hope this is the right place," (U.P) muttered, pulling at the substancial wooden door. And I hope no Antagonists decide to show up, (s)he thought. His/her muffled footsteps rang through the high sanctuary ceiling, getting tangled up in the rafters. Specks of dust floated and danced lazily in the late afternoon sunbeams tinted by the stained glass. (more description of church possibly?) (U.P) was taken with the sanctuary; indeed, it had been a while since anyone had seen beauty of this magnitude. But the allegations seemed to be proving right: there was no one here. Was it a bluff, then?
A sound caught (U.P)'s ear. Quickly (s)he glanced up into the (second level/balcony level), but saw nothing. Unseen the sound continued; it sounded like singing:
Bist du bei mir,
geh' ich mit Freuden
zum Sterben und zu meiner Ruh',
zum Sterben undzu meiner Ruh.
Bist du bei mir,
geh' ich mit Freuden
zum Sterben und zu meiner Ruh
zum sterben undzu meiner Ruh.
Ach, wie vergnügt
wär' so mein Ende,
es drückten deine schönen Hände
mir die getreuen Augen zu!
Ach, wie vergnügt
wär' so mein Ende,
es drückten deine schönen Hände
mir die getreuen Augen zu!
Bist du bei mir,
Geh'ich mit Freuden
zum Sterben und zu meiner Ruh
zum sterben undzu meiner Ruh.
It's either a ghost or an angel, (U.P) thought, clearing his/her throat and continuing to meander through the pews.
After a few moments, the voice began again. It was a partially familiar tune, but the words seemed a bit different:
Blue skies smiled at me,
But nothin' but dark skies do I see.
Bluebirds used to sing songs,
But nothin' but blue sighs all day long.
Used t'see the sun,
Shinin' so bright,
Used t'see things
Goin' so right.
Notice all the days
Hurryin' by,
When you're on the run,
My how they fly.
Blue skies, most of them gone,
Seems nothin' but blue days from now on.
"Can't seem to sing anything cheerful, huh?" (U.P) called out into the sanctuary.
"At least it's something." (U.p) turned to look up into the (balcony) at a haggard, exhausted, emaciated, but half smirking Gwen. She walked along the edge towards the stairs. "Besides, it keeps up the story that this place is haunted.
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