RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS
Spirits Rise
The spirit rises
The soul finds its home
The mystery falls
To the great unknown
If dreams are our guides
Then dreams will roam
On wings we will ride
To our spiritual home
We hold it in our prayers
We wish it to be true
Our world built in layers
The old becomes the new
Our ends are but beginnings
Always subject to revise
Our losses become winnings
As we let our spirits rise
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