When
we leave our world
It
will be the last we seen
We
have our times and playground
It
is time to go to sleep
But
is it sleep we seek?
We
will be in the half way house
We
will wait for our process
Going
to the left or right
The
angels will make us sweat
Staring
at us for returning
We
have to learn to accept
The
angels want to make us run
Where
will we go?
We
are returning home
The
angels know
They
have to bow to us
We
have to learn on humility
The
angels will have a field time
Making
us small in their eyes
We
have to take it all or lose the plot
Our
good deeds will help
These
are the only records to buy us time
It
isn't our wealth in banks or stocks
It
is our sacrifices while we are alive
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