To Heaven's Gates
we wish to fly
out of this world
across the sky
To Heaven's Gates
our souls are seeking
the angel's lyres
and voices speaking
To Heaven's Gates
our lifelong journey
not through these halls
atop a gurney
To Heaven's Gates
you start to weep
reminded
I was never yours to keep
To Heaven's Gates
why mourn with sorrow?
Morning shall come
there will be a tomorrow
To Heaven's Gates
I view their glory
glancing behind
I close my story
At Heaven's Gates
I find myself
not bruised, not broken
nor on the Shelf
At Heaven's Gates
I hear you cry
and remind you:
this isn't really goodbye
