Don't talk about going to heaven
There is nobody there
Perhaps that's just an opinion
By those elsewhere
Open your eyes and listen with your ears
Meanings and symbolism are everywhere
You may never know
What you'll see and hear
But it might too little too late for you my dear
Because one day you'll disappear
All alone
With nothing remarkable
On your gravestone

To some, it's a blessing
For others, it's a curse
Perception
Is everything.