I’m reaching up to the sky. Oh I’ve been stretching so long its getting old.
Eternal but will I die, Only if this weakening soul gets sold.
Its easy to think about me, very small, very weak.
Its easy to think about you, very large in love, i already knew.
But I am reaching up to the stars for that everlasting moment,
I am stretching all my bones, just to try and hold it.
The attainment of Perfect mind, a heaven some may say.
The borning out of blind, an eternal lasting day.
And the quiet in my brain will lure it in, yes the stillness of my mind
WIll forget all of the sin, and in this cleansing moment, I will be forgiven.

They say you must hang, the cross be your stand,
Die and be reborn the third day.


And Jesus ******* Christ.
Yes I want to be just like him.