The sky used to be full of these beautiful clouds
The EGO covers you with hate filled shrouds
Love use to be a many spended thing
The EGO only loves what to it you can bring
Why, when we walk, things are hidden before our eyes
The EGO when rilled releases its spies
Where will we find our way back to love
The EGO knows it can only come from above
So when we face our EGO face to face
Let the love above the EGO fill our hearts with grace
Let the the joy from doing our work ring through
As we discover, unconditional love, between me and you
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