Heaven or Hell? I know of many that are sure to have fell. I don’t fear falling. My faith has fished me out of the great fiery cell and landed me in the forgiving hands of God. Rather than groveling with the demons, Set to rebel, I’ll dance with the angels, Whom I know quite well.
Are the stars really gone in the bright of the day Or do they just retreat until the night comes there way What do the stars do while they hideaway Do they dance through the sky to make the birds proud Or do they sleep in their beds made up of clouds If the stars really do just go away when the sky is no longer that dark shade of gray Then how will they know when it’s their time to play
One day I will wear a crown and it will not fall One day I will look in the mirror and say “ you’re beautiful “ One day I will dance without a care in the world One day I will be a confident queen and I will rule my mind, it will not rule me