I used to fear the fire below,  
The endless dark where sinners go,  
But then I learned—how strange, how bright—  
That Hell and Heaven share this light.  

It’s here on earth, in what we give,  
In how we choose each day to live,  
Not flames or clouds, but what we make,  
In love we show or hearts we break.  

The tales I heard, of sin and shame,  
Of wrathful gods who curse and blame,  
They lost their hold, their bitter sting,  
When truth appeared, a gentler thing.  

For death is not the final door,  
We rise again, return once more.  
The cycle spins, a life renewed,  
To mend the ways we once pursued.  

Now Heaven’s found in every face,  
In acts of kindness, threads of grace,  
And Hell is in the hurt we leave,  
The hearts we crush, the webs we weave.  

So I don’t fear the judgment bell—  
I used to be scared to go to Hell.  
But now I know, it’s what we sow,  
That shapes the world, the highs, the lows.  

Reborn again, we rise, we fall,  
In love’s great dance, I’ve seen it all.