Flowers wilt and float into the wind as they
die.
Bees crumble within the rains of thunder.
The earth becomes inside out as the world
becomes limp and fades away.
We wonder where are souls goes, and our
spirits fly.
Why do we die when we are young or grow old?
Why do we become sick and our minds wonder?
Does our bodies stay afloat in heaven?
Do we really burn in hell?
If earth vanishes.
Does that mean hell becomes the world and beyond
all evil?
I want to live in heaven and wear white.
I want to be pure as the ocean within the
waves.
I want to have wings and fly the heavens world.
Maybe I want to be in the evil lands to burn
with the wicked.
Who knows the life of demons?
Who shall walk their path?
Do we even know the knights tale?
Should we walk with the darkest of nights?
Shall we see the heavens light?
One day it shall reveil.
If our lives remain within the earths rain.
If we all shall burn within the gates of hell.
I know where I want to be in the light with
our angel wings.
