They say that heaven,
Is there in the skies,
And hell is beneath us,
Below those who died,

But I challenge this thought,
This belief held by many,
For hell is on earth,
Where men dwell aplenty,

And toil and suffer,
And seek a nepenthe,
But my joyous heaven,
Needs not a nepenthe,

You needn't look up,
It's not in the skies,
For my heaven's seat,
Sits there in her eyes