I've been to Heaven
and the Earth was right
Heaven is a broken lie
All things must wither and die
Fog and dew on grass
Stew left to boil
And night water mixed
With my homeland soil
His white flowing beard
And slight twinkle in eyes
Tanned arms and firm hands
And a deep, reaching voice
The faintest glow
Somewhat aquiline nose
His weather beaten face
And the strongest of brows
But I've been to heaven
And the Earth was right
Heaven is a broken lie
All things must wither and die
Choked morning with skies bent
With smoke and a sickly stench
And my grandfather's door
Which I didn't open anymore
I couldn't see him wilting
And catch his frame in decay
His cocoa eyes still beaming
As cancer took him away
And wouldn't it be biased
If I say it was untimely
And for such a pure soul
God and nature acted unkindly?
So what had to happen
Has happened and no change
Can be brought forth now
In God's ways so strange
And in the ashes beyond
The trees have taken root
On the windiest of days
Beside unripe fallen fruit
I've been to Heaven
and the Earth is right
Heaven is broken
All things must wither and die
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 5:27 PM UTC
I've been to Heaven
and the Earth was right
Heaven is a broken lie
All things must wither and die
Fog and dew on grass
Stew left to boil
And night water mixed
With my homeland soil
His white flowing beard
And slight twinkle in eyes
Tanned arms and firm hands
And a deep, reaching voice
The faintest glow
Somewhat aquiline nose
His weather beaten face
And the strongest of brows
But I've been to heaven
And the Earth was right
Heaven is a broken lie
All things must wither and die
Choked morning with skies bent
With smoke and a sickly stench
And my grandfather's door
Which I didn't open anymore
I couldn't see him wilting
And catch his frame in decay
His cocoa eyes still beaming
As cancer took him away
And wouldn't it be biased
If I say it was untimely
And for such a pure soul
God and nature acted unkindly?
So what had to happen
Has happened and no change
Can be brought forth now
In God's ways so strange
And in the ashes beyond
The trees have taken root
On the windiest of days
Beside unripe fallen fruit
I've been to Heaven
and the Earth is right
Heaven is broken
All things must wither and die
Thanks for reading.
