Have You Ever Cried for Heaven?

Have you ever reached for Heaven?

Because of this, I've walked alone.

They've gorged out their eyes

Blotted out their ears,

Listened without the ability to hear

Soul and spirit driving upward

Too painful to look back down,

Too painful to watch what's left before you.

The gun is a sin, the bullet too

The jump, the fall, the final breathe

Natural bliss too far away

I count the days

Is there no spirit left so pure

as to shed tears for her distance from Heaven?

How many devils does it take to reach someone's heart

these days?

One. Only one.

I want a friend with 50,

500 devils surrounding her yet

unable to wipe the tears away.

I've cried for Heaven

though I'm no angel

and though I try, no wings appear

Where is my comforter?

He's here, but he knows

that comfort is not what I need

If only they could find me,

scripture in hand,

some demon's knife stuck in my back

A smile on my face

that has never been seen before

And the touch of my hand on the earth's surface

Where my mark was made

With a gentle love that is so seldom found






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