Coming on the clouds
Your reward arrives
You made yourself pure
You made yourself wise
Beyond reproach
You held to your faith
Stuck to the path
Your death is now safe!
Invisible spirit creature
Made it alright
Reincarnate and repete
Stumbling through lives
...
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 5:42 AM UTC
Coming on the clouds
Your reward arrives
You made yourself pure
You made yourself wise
Beyond reproach
You held to your faith
Stuck to the path
Your death is now safe!
Invisible spirit creature
Made it alright
Reincarnate and repete
Stumbling through lives
...
Traveler Tim
Someone said:
Maybe for this reason
I was wounded like that...
Maybe you were just wounded like that.
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