as I venture into the land of god
the cold wind summons up the heart of the earth
I look down upon my ripped up shod
I hanker for my life and worth

to look upon my vivid life
to see the undissuaded world within
and to see and feel my hateful strife
just to start and begin

the stanza in the poetic mind
looking for the crimson leaves
just the gist to get back from behind
all the way to the Christmas eves

as an angel walked towards me I can see
hes taking me up to where I need to go
to where my soul belongs to be
to go high, and not down low

the delvers will search for me
they will search for no reason at all
it will take them long to see
I did not fly up to fall



 
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