Dust in Heaven

Walking down this powdered-sugar street,
I hear it again,
The words repeat

Did it hurt to slowly freeze?
Did you cry,
Or die with ease?

Were you pushed from your chair?
Unconscious
Blood dripping from your hair

I hope you quietly fell asleep,
covered in a blanket;
snow that’s two feet deep

I sit beside your brother, who keeps shaking
it’s withdraws
and the sobs he keeps making

the addictions; over, finished, done
some might thing you lost,
but I say you finally won

who cares about streets of gold?
heaven is heaven
because there's no cold

people always talk about gates made of pearls,
but heaven is heaven
because it isn’t of this world

angels always mentioned,
but couldn't care if we grow wings
I don't think thats God's intention

Used to think of how I would fly,
but heaven is heaven
because we won't cry

Everything all shining and bright
maybe- but it's heaven and its glorious
because there is no night!

No more mustard and salami sandwiches
Heaven is heaven
For fullness, not riches

I could go forever, the wonders, the laud
Heaven is heaven
because of our God!