My Eyes

See the World through my eyes
Unfiltered like clear blue skies
No dogma, rhetoric or lies
See the pain, the hurt
and hear their cries
Above ground they abound
Below ground hear no sound
They dance upon your grave
Your soul did forever save
Six feet below the body did go
You are safe and I do not grieve
For your Soul, God did retrieve
And they will never know
How happy and free
You will be for eternity
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