• Heaven

    The end is unfortunately drawing near,
    My heart leaps, for this is what I fear.
    As I stare at the ragged robe I wear,
    I think to myself, “how much I no longer need to bear.”

    I had lived a lonesome life, knowing soon I would leave,
    An outcast from the cruelty of society's lion pack.
    I had to run away, brown hair blowing and black tears streaming.
    Emotional pins and needles, like several stabs to my back.

    A great flash suddenly interrupted my living nightmare,
    And two angels appeared, telling me not to be scared.
    My robe was suddenly white as snow, and as I thought of my past, a dark abyss,
    I prayed for those who were mean and angry, who I would surely not miss.

    As I floated upward, the angels guiding my way,
    White wings appeared on my back, soft and new.
    I knew where they were taking me, a place where I would always stay.
    Suddenly, Golden Gates, open, welcoming, and tall, came into my perfect view.