remi morton


Heaven

I hear angels singing
I must be dreaming
There is no way this is real
A trumpet sounding
Clouds are parting
It's like serenity you can feel
I see Saint Peter
He's the greeter
And he says ' child, what's your name? '
The hands are clappin'
The feet are stompin'
I'm dead, but glad I came!

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