We can not hear heaven, nor see above the fluffy clouds.
Our ear are not tuned to experience the long waited homecoming,
of the king of angels. I expect the holy man will be proud
to hold your broken, frail body. From us, reckless human beings.
Fix your shattered soul, to mend your ripped wings and shine your dusty halo.
God will gladly exchange your scared heart for his precious, pristine core.
Other angels will bow down to you whilst singing with a harp and a cello,
He will give you, the king of angels happiness fill to up your every pore.
You are back home safe and sound. Don’t you fret now god will care and love you.
There is no need for protection when you’re over the rainbow, in the shining stars
Silently looking over his children, making friends with man in the moon too.
And I am happy with where you are