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!
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