PASSING THROUGH (Cont.)
Where we come from
And to where we ultimately go
Is a mystery virtually impossible for us to know There is a chance
And it may be appropriate to believe That our future destiny
Is shaped by the way that we live
So perhaps my perceptions Of organized religion are right
Just ask all the kids
Who were raped in the middle of the night And I know they’ll receive
The reward they are truthfully due As I live and breathe
In this world that I’m passing through So
Give me the sun
And the moon and the stars Give me Saturn and Jupiter And Venus and Mars
Give me the sky And the mountains And the meadows And the ocean blue Give me love
Give me peace Give me freedom
As I pass on through
Give me everything that there is But above all Lord
Give me You
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