If I write my thoughts down and release them while I drive
Will my message ever reach you, far beyond the heaven's sky
Will the letters stay maintained in the order I set down
Will the wind send them spinning, so they rustle up a sound
Will my words become a mantra, a subtle shift avowed
Emerging alteration with the force of thunder clouds
For all my worldly errors I am humbly atoned
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