Oblivion
Ah! Listen to the song,
The lovely melodies of the bird,
The passive rustling of the leaves,
The laughter of the brook.
Paradise!
There can be no other word.
To be one with god,
There is no other place.
Beautiful...
Tis true it is the beholder's opinion,
And I, sitting here shall say,
There is no place more beautiful.
To roll around on the grass,
Fresh, lively,
Like a young child,
To relive that innocence..
Peace, calm. refreshing, blowing
Away all troubled memories.
To leave me happy n content.
And falling asleep i know no more..
Ah! Listen to the song,
The lovely melodies of the bird,
The passive rustling of the leaves,
The laughter of the brook.
Paradise!
There can be no other word.
To be one with god,
There is no other place.
Beautiful...
Tis true it is the beholder's opinion,
And I, sitting here shall say,
There is no place more beautiful.
To roll around on the grass,
Fresh, lively,
Like a young child,
To relive that innocence..
Peace, calm. refreshing, blowing
Away all troubled memories.
To leave me happy n content.
And falling asleep i know no more..
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