We often ask, who am I?
We search for ways to define
What if our question is a lie?
On this road, we are blind
To the spirit that lives inside
We are one when we find
The answer to, who am I
The question now is who are we
Will there be a time when we see?
That we are what we're meant to be
The stars, the streams, the birds and trees
The entire universe inside of me
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When we are with our Spirit we will realise that our time on this earth was just a blink of an eyelid.
Andy
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