Heaven
When we talk of heaven, the divine, the soul and the father
we also talk of glory, adoration and our mothers in one breath
This is when we talk of our world
It is only through ourselves that we understand our Shangri la
But I am no longer myself
So from the bottom of my heart
I wish to see your light
To walk among your saints
And then it will all be said and done
I will have lived well
Or at least met your paradise
Since I Lost myself, I lost my saints , I lost my sight
my heart you are
The divine, my soul, my glory, my light
My remaining eyes
I can only see heaven through you.
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