Six-feet on the ground,
Never know how it feels but I hear all the sound,
The mourn and the stomp,
The cry of the heart that never cease to pump.
Time will come that we will be gone,
Some may have legacies or none,
But one thing is for sure,
We all want to enter the heaven's door.
I will sit on the cloud,
Never hearing anything loud,
The sky will be my paper,
All will be sunshine and good weather.
I will paint the words like the jet plane,
It will be a poem of love,not of pain,
Then I will put my name,
Just happy, not proud nor shame.
Six-feet but in rejoice,
I won't have a voice but my words will be my noise,
Millions will be written,
All will be a poem in heaven.
