The Place We All Dream Of

The Place We All Dream Of

 

Laying down in the soft green grass looking up at the sky,

Where the angles jump around as time goes by,

The yellow rays that shine down from above,

Are the little proof of the place called Heaven we dream of;

 

The laughter of the little children fills the streets,

Along with the smells of snicker doodles and sugar cookies soft and sweet,

The strong warm feeling of love,

All awaits in the place called Heaven we dream of;

 

Now it’s not right to sit and await the end,

If you listen quietly you can hear the laughter in the wind,

As I lay here looking up above,

I dream of the place called Heaven fuelled with love;

 

The streets are paved with a beautiful glittering gold,

Everything is true from the majestic fairytales that we are told,

For when we get there all are dreams will come true,

Cause God is waiting for me and you;

 

All of us think we know love,

Just wait till we get to Heaven that wonderful place we all dream of.