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.