Heaven, where the streets are made of gold,
Heaven, where you never age or grow old,
Heaven, where lifes secrets unfold,
Heaven, where the secrets are told,
I hope the burdens,
that you carry on your back,
arent to heavy for you,
She opened up the jar,
and the butterfly flew in,
she slowly pulled it out,
and let it rest against her skin.
My heart has been broken,
My sould cut in two,
I dont feel emotion,
except love for you.