The Man In The Balloon

Up went the man in a balloon.
Back from the earth and up to the mighty lord.
But as he went he sang and sang.
As his voice to heaven rang.

The people of earth heard the song.
And they thought what was wrong.
A man on his way to heaven of lords.
As he sang words soft and round.

Then a wise man looked up and said,
Coming from the distant musical land.
This has a miracle he explained.
As in the people’s mind showers of curiosity rained.

Well as he started to say.
They old man dying leaves his soul to pray.
For us to learn his strengths of a gift.
And give our weaknesses to the body in which the soul doesn’t exist.

Then he said will our own soul rise.
So our live becomes a paradise.
And soon we go to heaven happy and healthy.
And so we all will rise.

As saying the musician stopped on his tracks.
This is all I had to share he said.
But let me tell you why you all couldn’t sense the truth of the voice of a dying man.
Because to you the purity and be

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