We dream, don't we?
Of a place that we can belong?
A place of love, peace and grace.
A place of white clouds upon blue sky,
Lush fields,
And endless sunshine.
If Heaven is a place of purity and love,
why must we die to live a dream?
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 3:20 PM UTC
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