Life has to be large not lengthy
When the risen sun is too bright in your loosing eye
Spirit soared like indomitable eagle
Creation is something regal, Something noble
Until the world itself couldn't contain the joyous soul
The Merry old soul
Is out of control
Like rushing seatides senses are out of control
With dreams are beyond control.
As life unroll
Takes its toll
Strangle the song
As I sing loud and sing it strong
Walking the lane that I went was so long, long, long,
Going down in the valley and sing my silent song
Singing it loud and strong
Marching along the night very long
Scaling the height
With full reliance to find light
You can't stop me until the universe swallows me whole.
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