Poem 4:
A place in the sky
People speak of a place in the sky,
Which is a place where people go when they die,
A place of protection,
A place of love,
A place where everyone can get along.
They say the roads are paved in gold,
And quartz pillars going up to the sky,
A castle of bright lights and beauty,
That is where I want to go.
In my last days I will dream,
Of angles coming to take me up,
A dream that will never end,
A dream I will love.
