Ive got nothing to do, my reputation is ruined, people mock as i pass, and i havent got you, G,
Life would seem hell, but i think about your light passing by, and the weight falls away, as the birds take flight,
And in the Earth, seems she has her own secret light, ready to show those lucky of us, our spirits to find in the polluted environment, a Life made of Love’s sight
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