Heaven
On the day I must go home
I pray the world will be as pure as snow
But I can’t control what’s going on
But I know that the bell of change will be rung
When the world has fallen and grown old
Pearly white gates will welcome me home
So for now I hold dear in my heart
The songs of those whom I must part
Heaven’s gleam will always be pure
And always forgiving to those on earth
For when people have sinned and now grow hold
They always seem to be welcomed in its hold
Today I must go home
After all that I’ve told
So now that my tales have grown old
I part my ways with you, young or old
