Heaven

What is it like to feel Heaven?

Where you'd feel soft touches

And the moon does not pity?

Where nights are filled with lights

And songs sang beautifully?

What do men do to sleep in Heaven's arms?

Where the sky is never empty

And lights flicker but are not blurry?

Where earth, despite its chill and pain

Suddenly seems all worthy?

What is it like to see Heaven's light?

Where every smile is warm and bright

And embraces are free?

Where they would cheer for my name

And hope well for me?

I long for Heaven's graces

But it's just not made for me

After all, is not that the rightful

For devils such as me?