Heaven is not the place where I wear all white clothes or have wings or see "god"or the place where i can fly or even live in a cloud
It's the place where I don't have to worry about the next day has instore for me, the place where i know i can look down on the ones i love and ease their pain away, as they hold my spirts hand..
where my heart feels no pain..
my heaven is a place no where i am dead but simply alive .
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