Horrizons in Heaven

His soul it sinks into depths of loss,

Its essence fires at such a cost.

The mortal gift the angels give,

Is lessons on how to live.

They dwell in heaven with the Lord,

Their wings of gold in man implores.

Resting on the shoulder of the wicked.

Speaking softly in whispers hidden.

From man in life throughout his day.

Their advice not heard per say.

They simpley guard your soul from hell's recourse,

As shadows in a the worlds remorse

For life moves fast and does nott last.

And time plays tricks upon your mind.

When evils cast, and madness past,

Solitude becomes the tide.

The waves they slow, at ankle deep,

Your angels word you will keep.

As she plays her notes from heavens hope,

And forgives your sins, and understands,

That human nature's has its ways,

To lie and cheat and here demand.