Heaven
If I asked you,
would you know?
If I believed,
would it show?
Could I help you,
to see
that there is a greater good,
a greater God?
Bigger,
more powerful than this,
more powerful than us.
When we all die,
when we all go,
will I see you there,
and will you smile?
Or will you be missing,
wailing, screaming, pleading?
So when I ask you,
I hope you know.
And because I believe,
I know it shows.
And I know,
that I'll see you
in the end,
on streets of Gold.
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