The wheat sways in the wind
A man's palm gently glides over them
For he is lost in the beauty
The beauty of the world around him
At the gates he awaits
At peace he finally is
Now he answers for all the wrong he did
Saved he is not
Life took that from him
The right thing is all he believed in
The gates close behind him
For now he is free
The man had Faith that god understood
For if he didn't
He was not god at all