All mine

Not mine what’s crying,
Not mine what’s lying,
Not mine what’s dying
At the look of Your eyes of Your face.

Not mine what’s sad and
Not mine what’s mad and
Not mine what’s threatened
At the sound of Your voice of Your phrase.

I believe in what I’m to live in, [bad word] clean to kill the pain
To find deep inside my deep insight
To find my home and Love again.

All mine is dreaming,
All mine is screaming,
All mine has meaning
On the palm of Your Hand of Your arm.

Not mine what’s heartless,
Not mine what’s lifeless,
Not mine what’s loveless
And all bad for what there’s no call.

Not mine’s whatever
Firm sign that ever
Not mine’s the Heaven
Though It’s made for me, for you, for all.

I believe in what I’m to live in, [bad word] clean to kill the pain
To find deep inside my deep insight
To find my home and Love again.

All mine is dreaming,
All mine is screaming,
All mine has meaning
On the palm of Your Hand of Your arm.