Little Piece of Heaven?

On this little piece of heaven where we stand, lovin' one another, watching over what is called hell we see them rebel and try to destroy this island, this little piece of heaven, made of rock and sand I look over at you and bear my soul and hope that you can make me whole but if you reject me you will see me cast back into sorrow and I might not be here tomorrow I hope and pray that you may be able to see me for who I am, heart in pieces without glue, only art to help fill what was once complete, now I sit, feeling empty and alone just a sack of flesh and bone waiting for the response that never comes, still in pain, probably forever till I can stand again on that little piece of heaven