Awakening

Empty hall imminent bounding
cold black stones strangely surrounding
the first touch of mornin' light

I feel a strange vibration
any sign of reincarnation?

Did I loose my past beyond the night?
Sunbeams reflect in my mind's eye
Jeanne was the sun that passed on by
vibrations hate and die above
nothing could touch me - Jeanne was
Love



Credits
Writer(s): Scott Thomas
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