I believe this is hell,
The life some live so well,
When we die,
Some cry,
Some only let out a sigh,
But it's okay,
It's only life being taken away,
After death,
After our final breathe,
A new start,
A new heart,
Life all once more,
I feel this truth in my core,
To reach the angels above,
We first must love,
We must live with not one regret,
Because in the heaven we dream of we can never forget,
The memories will both bless and depress us,
Helping us remember the good,
Making us smile like it should,
But helping us remember the bad,
Making us sad,
Because we're remembering all we had,
I rather be stuck in hell,
Maybe one of my lives will end well,
I just hope I can cope with the truth I know.

When the air stops blowing,
And the sky stops snowing,
I'll be going,
Up to the sky,
And no questions as to why.