The Maker Of The World
I see the bluest ocean in my dreams with candy floss clouds
With angels flying, just stopping to bow
To The Maker Of The World, as he strides out with a dignified command,
Of surveying his families across avery land,
He reaches out his large, strong hand,
To hold my heartbeat of my own internal band,
Of romantic songs to embrace, as I demand,
The certainty of happiness, wealth and health,
Like cards that must be dealt,
The Maker Of The World smiles at me,
Making my selfishness melt,
'My child all you need is to love,
Look how the angels watch over you,
Inside your heartbeat is a sign to step into the day,
Without hate, fear, jealousy and vanity, just give a cheer!
As life trembles like a raindrop on a leaf,
Falling to the warm earth,
Belief in The Maker Of The World,
Will always give you a soft landing,
On ground that rises to the wide expanse of outer space,
Live without wanting,
Live without lies,
The truth is written across the heavens,
As birds fly with the light of serenity,
Across the everchanging skies! '
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