Heaven
Alas, eternal virtue,
Peace and love,
Mercy in existence,
Our soul is sent above.
Life is full of justice,
Power and hate,
Visions of our fore fathers,
Knowing of their fate,
Fear of getting old,
Wondering what a-waits.
Failure through our lives,
Forms the growth of evil and hate,
Blossomed from bellow,
Spirits dwell in fear,
Illnesses and suffering,
Yelling is all you hear.
Slaves of immortality,
Shadows in the night,
For the duration of eternity,
That’s how they'll spend their life.
Light is what we are after,
For this our God has told,
Wise men have seen it,
For jewels are not our gold.
Our children and our families,
The people that exist,
The ones who brought us happiness,
For those are who will miss.
So hear my story and hear it loud,
For the storm is coming in,
If thou wants thy pot of gold,
Well the Heaven,
Is where it is.
Copyright © Alan Seeley | Year Posted 2007
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