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Heavens gates

I’m walking in the heavens  
I’m walking amongst the gods
With my golden sandal
My wings just aren’t enough

I’m am just a mortal
I’m just a earth bound soul
Invited to the banquet
In the pearly gates im told

I can see the adventures
I can see the stories untold
I can hear but there not saying
For my future is unknown

My destiny was written
I have questions I Must say
Nobody seems to listen
The gods just walk away

A quite little angel so pretty I must say
Takes my hand and walks me
Down a Path and far away
Takes me To a picture
A picture of this day

The angel softly whispered
In a voice as sweet as song
These are all your memories
Of a life that you did belong

My questions had been answered
My life I left behind
Your suffering Is over
As the angel stroked my hand

Your now one of our choir
Your wings now they will grow
You memories are with your loved ones
Now through The gate now we must go

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