Today I went to a friend's funeral (cancer sucks).
Today I spent a lot of time thinking about what it means to be alive. And how quick someone can go.
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,
The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own.
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin brings,
But the heart has its seasons, its evenins and songs of its own.
There comes a redeemer, and he slowly too fades away,
And there follows his wagon behind him thats loaded with clay.
And the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom, and decay,
And night comes so quiet, its close on the heels of the day.
Sometimes we live no particular way but our own,
Sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own.
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