Rip open a cloud let the rain spill down
Let it clean up that haze and hate in this town
Sounds of the street fill my mind
I try to see the bustle but I am blind
To the negavitity that tries to seep in
Gotta hold to my morals, keep up keepin
What I know what I have to do to make it there
Up, up above the clouds and the air
To live eternal life in his grace
To live peacefully in the most peaceful place
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