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This Body

this body is not mine
it is borrowed like the time
and when our days together end
I hope to say that we were friends
hand to stomach, hand to heart
there comes a day when we will part
this body's done so much for me
with lungs to breathe and eyes to see
with flesh to feel and ears to listen
through storm and shine it glows, it glistens
if I feel lost, out of control
recall this sweet home of my soul
near or far, then or now
I'm grateful for all that it allows
with a heart to love and breath to breathe
I have everything I need
and when it ends, our precious time
I'll thank the heavens for this body of mine

This Body : Text
This Body : Text
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