We all dream of heaven Beautiful pictures of what?
You eating your favourite meal with who?
Dancing and singing with angels?
Silly dammed dreams
You crawl in big pool of idle sin
yes does sin that we think.....
since its only in our heart they can't be seen
Okay all awake reflection reality of profound guilt
Still you beat your chest
"heaven my to own"
One day that stream of over flowing grace would end
Me judge you?
not you
That soul what i judge
Wasted breath from my father(God)
Empty words you play back at me
Yes empty
But guess the words you hear when you stand in front of my father
Words you say would fall on empty cloud
Even as pure hearted as your tears would be.....
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