Riding the sky,
Resting on clouds
Lying in a heavenly meadow;
Looking down on the world,
Seeing, hearing and feeling
All the sickening tragedies,
All the joyful moments.
All the troublesome worries,
And all the busy lives;
Then willfully choosing one—
To be born into,
To rejoin again,
To make it a little better,
As my life this time,
Always forgetting,
Who I was yesterday,
Am today,
Will be tomorrow.