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".
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 11:21 PM UTC
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".
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