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Higher

By Phillip Hennessy

I'm not all-ways who you think I am...
I'm all the good, And bad,... That, I am
I'm dying, and you're Loving me to Death
I'm Crying, and you're holding my Breath

Loving the good and the bad are the Same
You must accept that is a Rule of the Game
Within every Day the Sun shines Somewhere...
The Dark is ALIVE, and the Ray is just out there....

Within the Night, and Darker Days
Within each Fight....the Martyr stays
Outside the Night, in Light of Day
Outside the Fight, the Children play

It's only Human to wonder.....why
Paradise awaits us,...in the Sky
It's only Human, not wanting to die
Kissing the Life that we wanted.....Good Bye

Much better to live each day, like your Last
With nothing much to say about your Past.
...When you arrive at Heaven's Gate
Be sure you Recognise - Your FATE

Holding on to what is Dear,
Can sometimes change the way we Fear
What we were scared of there, has gone...
And Here we Are,...still moving, ON

You cannot Hurt me, I'm alive
That's in the Past, another Life
Here, and NOW, is what I've chosen..
Time, itself, cannot be frozen...

?Past or Future, "Que Sera"
We Create, just what we are
No Blame, No Trust, No Guilt required
Just...... Believe.....and move on,
...Higher  

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