Heaven is held in the reflection
of the eyes of children at play
in green fields of wonder
and skies of dream
of love and imagination
free of worry or care

as simple as a wildflower
the kiss of a honey bee
woken by the morning sun
the hour of eternity
singing from a grain of sand
and the last breath
of a golden leaf dying
in the gentle wind

something lost to the moment
and something found
in a mind lost
and love gone mad
so that the mad
can fall in love

and somewhere the gods laugh
and man forgets who invented sin
and we all play as children lost
in fields and skies
of dreams and wonder
of love and imagination

and the stars can fall
from the sky and rest
for we need no longer pray
to heaven up above
when we find its been living
in our hearts all along