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The Hereafter

Where am I?
Harps are floating by.
How come I'm
feeling mighty high?

And my voice
resounds like a thousand horns.
Am I mystically reborn?
Has my mortal shirt been torn?
Oh, I think I
know what's going on:
My pure vanilla dawn is here,
the white swan I will ride.

My earthbound life
left so many why's.
All my life
I bled and sweat and cried.

And my voice
cracked at every note.
The melody I wrote
never got a chance to float.
Oh, I think I
was cursed from start to end,
but now I am ascending
to make amends this time.

Hear my voice,
it's earth and wind and fire!
The invisible choir
knows that I can take them higher.
Oh, God knows
the blessed will be the cursed.
The spell is now reversed
and so the last will be the first.