There is a place
Where you were never born,
Nor will you ever die…
Where you simply exist
And the only one that knows
Is the oldest blue sky
Where there may be air in you lungs
But not once dose your heart beat
Your worries evade you
And your pain is lost
Where in peace you can sing and feast
Where your name means more
And who you know you are is true
There is a place
Where you were never born,
Nor will you ever die…
Where you simply exist
And no one can tell a lie
Some even call it paradise
Where the feeling of peace
Just gently washes over you,
And the clutches of pride have no hold
Where you go when too sick, or old
Where all Your sins and problems are past
Where your Present is filled with love
And your future is up to you and god.
There is a place…
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