Heaven can be a place,
Far away, never to be reached in health,
A road built by pessimist blinding
Far far away, lost until perhaps death.
Faithless, raving and craving
Like demons, devouring ourselves,
Help seem a dream, fading and fleeting
Far away, perhaps until ashes in hell
Once the eyes we once saw closed
Opens the sight within you, like a flood gate that flows,
It’s like light, exploding so slowly, a night flower,
Far far away we thought, oh we thought so wrong
I felt Him before, since the day I was born
Never knew for what it was, shrouded with masks made of glass and straw,
Far away not, but inside us the Truth lay,
It’s Love. He is always here. And always was.
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