heaven will be

Heaven will be a lonely place

for we won’t be the

I fear my mother and grandmother

will sit and wait for me


if I’m judged for my thoughts

then I shall surely burn

in a metaphysical hell

where nothing has change


if the harvest has gone to rot

then the farmer shall not be paid

and if the man that has not saw

will never truly see


those who do not listen

should not be heard

once you begin to know

you will cease to learn


I am but a human

a broken tender heart

my will has always been good

but my fame is less then


my body is not of value

and it is surely yours

it may wither and weep

yet it is my soul I wish to keep