I have been here before
as a man waiting for execution
a pilgrim never to reach his destination
a stumbler who fell
It's the same every time we're reborn
the liar hoping folk would believe him
the lover seeking love but only getting sex
the priest who wants faith but only attains doubt
a one legged man without his crutch
It's the same every time we're reborn
but if the man stops before his execution
the pilgrim looks closely wherever he is on his journey
the stumbler in the moment before the fall
the liar when the words arise from his brain
the lover before he undresses
the priest who accepts all doubt in true faith
the one legged man standing tall
It's a miracle of momentary magic
here for all eternity
captured in universal liberation
and we are all perfect in this world
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