Heaven is a holy place a land of grace
Now check the bass as a smile fills my face
With dreams, hopes, goals of better ways
To slay and mold the world like Clay
I wish I had time to play but until that day
I'll look up to God pray hoping he'll say
"Open your eyes my son and finally see,
The inner workings that I plan will be
The roots to your tree, the key to live free
Iove instead of hate dreams to make you great
Await beyond the Gate".