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Could there be more to this life we call "mine"than a journey through space or a story line? More to life than the body can sensethan the mind can conclude from experienceDoes who we are begin with breath,depend on form or end with death? Strip away these roles, these namesand tell me what remainsAnd who you really are, who you really are We measure success by the things we accrueor the bonds that we form, or the deeds we doBut these too shall pass, as hard as we tryto hold on to form; form will dieBut inherent in this dance of formIs the chance to see what's yet unbornAnd the choice to throw this chance awayAnd be caught up in the playof who we think we are, Letras de cancioneswho we think we are This is your lifetime; it could end at anytime.Where is your attention?Where is your prayer? Where is your song? In a fortunate life, comes a call to be freeFrom the cycle of bondage and misidentity,to wake from the dream and finally realizethe truth of one's being before the body dies So before the final scene is past, see the screen on which it's cast. See what's seeing this me and you. And then you will see who...who you really are, who you really are Who you really are, who we really are From Letras Mania