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.