Fraser MacLean - Going Home

When all of life on earth is o'er,
Time for you will be no more.
When you've walked your final mile,
You won't worry anymore about style.
you won't worry how you're dressed,
Or even if your hair is messed.
You'll be focused on, movin on,
Leaving earth, going home.

Fraser MacLean

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