Heaven, where the streets are <br />made of gold, <br />Heaven, where you never age or <br />grow old, <br />Heaven, where lifes secrets <br />unfold, <br />Heaven, where the secrets are <br />told, <br />Heaven, where flowers grow <br />wild, <br />Heaven, once again your a child, <br />Heaven, the weathers always <br />warm and mild, <br />Heaven, where wings lay open in <br />piles, <br />Heaven, where we are free, <br />Heaven, cant you see? <br />Heaven, its for you and for me, <br />Heaven, when we are free.<br /><br />akingbehin daniel murphy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heaven-148/
