Have you ever thought of that possibility?
That the heaven we all crave and dream of could be inside of us
I do not want to poison your minds with my silly thoughts
So think about it carefully and make your conclusion
First of all, I'm not a pagan and I believe in God
And I pray as always never to in anyway incur His wrath
I believe in His son and could recite the nicene creed
And my faith in Him is bigger than the mustard seed
This world is full of trials, troubles and tribulations
People living their lives in reckless abandon and with less gradation
Taking each day as it is, forgetting they are part of something noble
And has been called even unto a greater purpose
When we are desperate for a miracle, we lift our eyes to the sky
Funny, has anyone ever travelled there and back? So why?
What if it's something abstract one could call a mirage?
And all it takes to get there lies inside of you.
For the ticket, build as many houses as you can or even buy
Write as many poems as you can and let them trend
Be scholarly and have many awards and trains of friends
None of these would go with you when your life ends
Your character, faith, good deeds and other beautiful attributes would be your judge
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 6:01 AM UTC
Have you ever thought of that possibility?
That the heaven we all crave and dream of could be inside of us
I do not want to poison your minds with my silly thoughts
So think about it carefully and make your conclusion
First of all, I'm not a pagan and I believe in God
And I pray as always never to in anyway incur His wrath
I believe in His son and could recite the nicene creed
And my faith in Him is bigger than the mustard seed
This world is full of trials, troubles and tribulations
People living their lives in reckless abandon and with less gradation
Taking each day as it is, forgetting they are part of something noble
And has been called even unto a greater purpose
When we are desperate for a miracle, we lift our eyes to the sky
Funny, has anyone ever travelled there and back? So why?
What if it's something abstract one could call a mirage?
And all it takes to get there lies inside of you.
For the ticket, build as many houses as you can or even buy
Write as many poems as you can and let them trend
Be scholarly and have many awards and trains of friends
None of these would go with you when your life ends
Your character, faith, good deeds and other beautiful attributes would be your judge
This has been my thoughts for a while now! I don't know if it came out well. I hope I don't confuse anyone with it too.
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