I'm Thinking Heaven
I cannot help but think about Heaven.
It seems these days go by so fast.
Then before I know it another has past.
Then there are those friends that come real close.
I cannot stick up my nose.
Thinking that it couldn't happen to me, because it could,
What if I got sick with the flu, I could!
What if I got a horrible infection, I could!
What if someone was real mean to me, and did, what! They could!
Oh, no, then I would die.
This is no lie.
I could go to Heaven.
It's better than a lucky seven.
There aren't people there waiting to get even.
Wait, Heaven…
I'm thinking Heaven!
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