This drop is not the ocean's movement
nor is every note the symphony's genius
Each tear is not shed for just this sadness
whose injustice is not this particular madness
If in calling my name you leave behind
that which called on you to re-define;
You will be with me, as your soul heeds
if you choose not to call LIFE by life's sad deeds
So come LIVE among the sprouts of JOY
in that space between the wrong and right
the home of memory's eternal yearning
in the making of love's sweetness churning
in that place where I will always find you...
Ohhhh...I think they call this heaven
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