Heaven

Heaven is high and out of sight, 

A spiritual place with angels dressed in white,

Heaven, where streets are made of gold, 

Heaven, a place where you never grow old.

Heaven is where love never dies, 

You shall meet far beyond the bright skies, 

Or you shall meet on the bright golden shore,

And with your dear ones, you shall part never more.

There will be no worries or struggles there,

The life you see will be more than fair, 

Darkness will give way to light, 

There will be no wrong, just all things right.

The flowers bloom forever, they never grow old, 

You can pick as many as you can hold, 

Just bend down and listen to their music so sweet,

They sing as you nudge them with your hands or your feet.

Pick fruit from the trees, enjoy as much as you like,

There's a never-ending supply; go on, take a bite,

Worry not that the juice drips through your fingers,

It all returns to the source, no mess, nothing lingers.

When you'll open your eyes so brightly, 

You'll be surrounded by an amazing sights, 

An angel will hold you in her arm,

And you will feel safe, happy and calm!