Paradise
Where our souls dritfs from heaven,Where leaves drifts from trees, Heaven Angels sings from above, Heaven is a place for sweet graces that awaits at the end of the rainbow. Where sin ends and dreams begins,where rivers flow with silver and gold that it was told when we let go the spirit follows the blowing winds. As our body gets old and reach the peak where we soar, like an eagle on it's wings into heaven in sweet dreams
,as flowers blossom in the spring our souls is free.
by MARK A WILLIAMS
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