by Mike Bayles

Created on: December 08, 2010

Above the Clouds

               Above the clouds

               I ride this white steed,

               without want, without need.

               Death and despair’s a memory

               when I ride this steed.

               Holy is the ride

               holy its the journey

               when going from the life’s I’ve known

               to promises of eternity,

               a joy I once was unable to conceive,

               now mine above the clouds,

               when I ride this white steed.

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