you've been seaching endlessly
for something to make sense - for some meaning
at the age of eleven, as sure as you could tell
there was no hell, but only a heaven
if you knew that both are true
dwelling for those to choose
their reality - their existance
your mortiality - your absence
this is not who you wanted to be
at the age of thirteen
open your eyes - see with clarity
this is not who you want to be
