The ocean breeze, across the sand.
The spirit of life, upon demand.
The Seagull's flight, the Lord's command.
This is the essence of life.
The wings of Angels, unfold in flight.
The stars of Heaven, in the deepest night.
The bane of the poor man, the rich man's plight.
Lost, in a lost world.
I dream of chariots, across the sky.
But my sight grows dim, as time goes by.
The Lord is coming, the time is nigh.
Woe to the world at large.
To live by faith, is a daunting task.
But the wisdom of this, is mine at last.
We can break the mold, but the die is cast.
Such is the fate of man.
I long for a glimpse, of the face of God.
And as a sinner, this may seem odd.
This is my dream, as I begin to nod.
Asleep, in the arms of the Lord.
No gold or jewels, will buy your way.
On his final, judgement day.
To live by faith, I'm here to say.
This is the poor mans dream!
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