Spirit
The fight it stems from being right
From ego and that fear of night
I suggest to those both big and small
To pick a God that loves us all
There is no truth till some is made
But of this truth most are afraid
Is there a name that we can say
A word that's worth what man must pay
To stand behind belief in ghosts
And justify a hate that boasts
Of something someone said was true
The spirit has always been inside you.
Compassion is for my heart kind
And ignorance make eyes so blind
Free the self that has no thought
None can teach what they've not been taught
Spirit we can only feel
It's not a question about what is real
You are the one perfected thing
That has always made the angels sing
We can't hold on
To much for long
But we can sing out
A spirit song
And Love
From ego and that fear of night
I suggest to those both big and small
To pick a God that loves us all
There is no truth till some is made
But of this truth most are afraid
Is there a name that we can say
A word that's worth what man must pay
To stand behind belief in ghosts
And justify a hate that boasts
Of something someone said was true
The spirit has always been inside you.
Compassion is for my heart kind
And ignorance make eyes so blind
Free the self that has no thought
None can teach what they've not been taught
Spirit we can only feel
It's not a question about what is real
You are the one perfected thing
That has always made the angels sing
We can't hold on
To much for long
But we can sing out
A spirit song
And Love
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