REVISED
When clouds seem saddles to ride skies
ignite life and burn bare the sane.
We're strangely seared where heaven lies,
when clouds seem saddles to ride skies.
The blaze that's holy will surmise
the world cleansed new in flame, not rain.
When clouds seem saddles to ride skies
ignite life and burn bare the sane.
ORIGINAL
When clouds seem saddles to ride skies
ignite life, blaze it, bare as pain.
We can't be hurt where heaven lies-
when clouds seem saddles to ride skies.
My 'holy' means clear to surmise
world cleansed anew by flame, not rain.
When clouds seem saddles to ride skies
ignite life, blaze it, bare as pain!
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