Faith

Now you must have God’s insurance
So no more illnesses and pain
You are my everyday occurrence 
You live in the Elysian plain
I dream you standing by the door
Although I’m blinded by the sun
The sunny zigzags on the floor
Form the same patterns outrun
That special day may come if only
We stop to think about it
Too often, as it goes with lonely
But we don’t walk the lonely street
You’ll see me coming through the glow
We didn’t have much time to waste
Some other time we spent before 
In all our evenings, yesterdays
Despite that we have left the planet
Our efforts have not died in vain
We did our best, as if we planned it 
See you, my love, we’ll meet again.

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