I would like to see the eternal me
And hear how I survived
I would like to meet the eternal me
Give thanks for the life sufficed
I would like to meet the eternal me
And be told nothing can harm you.
I'd like to shake hands with the one
Who's giving up trying to be in control?
That's joined my heart and soul
That has forgotten how to dramatize.
I'd like to shake hands with the one
Who has accepted all my faults?
Ask when we/I can do it all again. Amen!
Oh, guess you think!
I'm out of my cotton-picking mind
But with a little help from my eternal self
I am one of a kind.
I could just do with being a little better aligned.
I was like a key in an old rusted lock frustrated
I just need a little delicate handling
And my vaulted treasures I beg I'll supplicate
Will dress my attire and place on my crown
And I will see and stir a new heading
And sleep more heavenly on my eiderdown.
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