Heaven is made out of broken sand dollars and paper cranes.
Tear-stained tissues and shredded up junk mail.
Three year old Halloween candy and the smell of new books.
I rest my case.
Heaven
Heaven is made out of broken sand dollars and paper cranes.
Tear-stained tissues and shredded up junk mail.
Three year old Halloween candy and the smell of new books.
I rest my case.