I don't want to go to a heaven with a mansion in the sky,
Where streets are made of gold and no one ever dies.
Where the sea has got no fury and and the sky's devoid of rage.
Where there's happiness forever - but nobody gets laid.

I don't want to see a lion have to stuff himself with grass,
but I'd love to see a surfer try to ride on a sea of glass.
Where there's never any challenges and everyone is made,
where there's never any darkness to blow out candles for when I fade.

I know this world is bitter and very often cruel:
billions going hungry with nothing they can do.
People lying stealing cheating form their brothers and their friends.
Conspiracy and ****** across nations never ends.

But my heaven is a treasure hunt to touch a kindred soul,
where heroes fight the system and rise above this hole.
In it nobody is perfect and only some are sort of whole,
there's a million possibilities, and were not always in control.

I love the fight and the bite and finally coming right,
that fragile moments come and go and we don't always know.
Our humanity intrigues me and I love being alive,
Mortality just feeds me and on it's pains I thrive.

I grant you your religion and I honestly don't know,
what will come in the next season when my coffin's buried low.
I see this world through mortal eyes and an obscured and infant mind,
its a dim reflection baby across a universe old and wide.

I still say prayers to Jesus to calm my burning mind,
and when I feel the gentle breezes I believe that God is kind.
But I can't abide the politics and conspiracies of men,
trying to control me by their opinions of how and when.

My freedom's not just an escape hatch from a prison cell,
a list of rules to follow to avoid a burning hell.
Don't manipulate me with threats and 'facts' that I will drop into despair
I've tried the pretty ideals, but I'm no longer there.

If God is love as you do preach then I have nothing to fear,
there's no where I can run where He isn't always near.
I don't need a church or temple to pretend that I am saved,
or formulas and figures or a smiling friendly sage.

I've heard all the tired arguments I used to preach myself,
and spent years fighting for a cause while my life was on the shelf.
But now I'm slowly building back my heaven to make up for wasted time,
and if anybody asks me- I'm actually doing fine.