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Where is inspiration?
Where is inspiration when sought within the heart?
On heaven's pretty ferry or the devil's crooked cart?
When old and grey and broken, will I find my way?
Dance with all the children that would never come to play?
I look forward to the roses, the smell of divine grace
the caress of the tears rolling down my painted face
when dressed in white and silver, and laid to rest in peace
I will understand my purpose and have found my release
Will the angels lead me by the hand into their sweet garden?
Or will the reaper lead me with a smile, to allow my heart to harden?
Whichever path I take right then, I know it would be right
Whether guided to the darkness, or lead to the glorious light
I won't fear my death when the time has come to be
I'll know it was my time, a chance to finally be free
So where is the inspiration when sought within my heart?
It's with the love and happiness, the end and the start
The circles and the unities in which we grow and live
And to you, my inspiration, my all I shall give.
