A day will come when I l be gone
Far away from the insanity I wear
What will I carry perhaps I wonder
What will I feel perhaps I wonder
A rippling sea of charming emotions
The memory of some wonderful years
Of joyousness and being oneself
I am nothing without the Almighty
Just a mortal being who's still not called
What do I pride on when nothing's my own
A time will come when I will be away
Do not cry, do not moan
Let my soul travel afar to a place
Where beings are not wicked or evil
Where happiness resides in the hearts
Where compassion still drives life
Where haughtiness is not known
I want to know the kind world
A world brimming with love
Scented with beautiful flowers,
Sun kissed golden fields
Brightened with beautiful smiles,
The joyousness of happy hearts
which I would like to call my own! ! ! !
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