Heaven

A literal, spiritual sanctuary,
neatly placed in the skies,
where you can see them again,
children, women, men,
from way back when.

A metaphorical solace,
A vessel for our souls,
where they can be free,
from the confines of our body,
from the confines of we.

The only guarantee in life,
is not love, pain or strife,
but that time will come,
for us one by one,
to take our final rest,
and blend into the sun,

Souls free,
souls free,
and I feel,
happy,
happy,

Are we,
are we,
going to,
heaven,
heaven?

Is it just memories?
An epilogue of what we've seen?
A hope that this is what we'll be,
when remembered in our history?

When it's time I hope my

Soul is free,
soul is free,
and I feel,
happy,
happy,

Are we,
are we,
going to,
heaven,
heaven?