Heaven
When I’m alone, I sit and wonder
Asking God why, what did I do?
Too many rules, can’t even ponder
Wondering the number, wondering who
Can’t understand how it feels, or after that
I pray I go, except the fact
Not everyone is chosen, some are denied
The day it comes, I will have already cried
But my tears will wash away, stored with me
Closed inside a box, for which you can’t see
Judgment day soon, forget any holiday
Just praying you live to see another day
The road to hell, that’s a ways down
The devil works overtime, He’ll be around
When you hear the word heaven, you hope you go
Praying that God has mercy, praying he won’t say no
The road to heaven, is like a recovery
You spend time there healing,
Only to be released, to your own sanity.
I don’t want to die, but living is limited
Hopefully God can open the gates,
For the Angels to let me in.
A long road that never ends,
This is the road, the road to Heaven.
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