| Is it warm? |
| Is it soft against your face?
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| Do you feel a kind of grace inside the breeze?
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| Will there be trees? |
| Is there light?
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| Does it hover on the ground?
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| Does it shine from all around or just from you?
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| Is it endless and empty and you wander on your own?
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| Slowly forget about the folks that you have known?
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| Or does risin' bread fill up the air
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| From open kitchens everywhere?
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| Familiar faces far as you can see, like a family?
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| Do we live? |
| Is it like a little town?
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| Do we get to look back down at who we love?
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| Are we above? |
| Are we everywhere?
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| Are we anywhere at all?
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| Do we hear a trumpet call us and we’re by your side?
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| Will I want, will I wish for all the things I should’a done?
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| Longing to finish what I’ve only just begun?
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| Or has a shinin' truth been waitin' there
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| For all the questions ev’rywhere?
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| In a world of wonderin', suddenly you know
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| And you will always know?
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| Will my mama be there waiting for me?
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| Smilin' like the way she does
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| And holdin' out her arms
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| And she calls my name
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| She will hold me just the same
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| Only Heaven knows how glory goes
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| What each of us was meant to be
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| In the starlight, that is what we are
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| I can see so far |