Days Repeat Over and Over
Days come and go, filling us with joy and sorrow
Days made of sunshine, days made of rain
Days giving us more pain
Days bidding us, of the past, to let go
Yet, just as the issue of life, none does know why days do be
Would you say, they are a creation from the Lord of eternity
A replica as to what happens in Heaven
There where days and nights are innumerable and amount not to seven
With the exception that there, life does be forever
Even if days and nights do show their ardor
Why, life in Heaven does be immortal
Life in Heaven does be eternal
So, a choice we do have while being in human form
We can aspire for hell or for the Lord's kingdom
There, in hell, life in the form of torture is maybe hectic
While there, in Heaven, life in the form of eternal days, does be ecstatic!
See you, I am sure we shall all find our answers to the being of days
We should just relax and abide to life's says
Yes, someday truth shall reveal itself to us
Truth, in clear and due form, without any fuss!
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