Waiting for Heaven

She simply laid there in the gleaming snow,
Blocking the path of dreams that flow
Away from her grasp and forever gone
To a place that lies farther than beyond.

Her hands reach out at the ray of light
That will lead her on throughout the night.
She fights back tears of burning rage
As her memories were fading, page by page.

Each snowflake buried her in her dying hopes;
And though she knew that she mustn’t mope,
She couldn’t fight the rampant fire—
That envious heart and dark desires.

But as winter faded to a cheery spring,
She couldn’t mend her broken wing:
The cripple that made her fall so low;
The cripple that made her walk the roads…

To that place in Heaven where she would sleep,
Where her tears won’t flow and she won’t weep…
But her broken heart has dragged her down.
Now in the rain was where she’ll drown.

But fear not, the summer will dry it all,
And the gentle breezes will break her falls.
Overtime, her wings will heal,
And her heart will grow with walls like steel.

Yet autumn is not far off from here,
And someday, she will return to there;
Where the leaves will gently glide to earth,
And golden leaves are what she’s worth.

From then, she’ll fly back to the skies,
And leave a world of hatred lies.
Only then will she be able to see
What it really means to be free.