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where to go, what to do, how am i going to make it
all questions racing through my head as i wallow in self pity and sit
i need somewhere to go and somewhere to fit in
somewhere that i wont be watched closely by satan always with a devilish grin

i wish that there is a place that i will eventually go to and find eternal delight
a place where all my dark nights alone will for once be bright
i want to get away from this world, go to a better place
where i can have no worries and try to go at my own pace

but i have learned there is a place such as that
a place where ur sins can be sweeped under the mat
this is a place where u have no fears
this is a place where god silences your tears

so i think that is the place where i should be
some place where people wont always be vexatious around me
this place is full of angels and free of agonizing apprehension
a place where i will be showed the same rights and attention

i want to go to this place this holy "light" as it is known
so i can get the same respect that all others r shown
but to some people this place may have one major problem, one flaw
but i dont mind it cuz i want to get away from all these cold hearts that r destined not to thaw

the problem is to get to this place u must be eternally resting
so if i want to go there my strong will has to go through testing
but i dont mind cuz in order to reach this place in the sky
i dont mind having to sacrafice my life, so my spirit will live high

Even angels tire of ecstasy.
Very few can stare at God with pleasure
Eons upon eons, as the sea
Lies featureless across its teeming treasure.
Yet we have grace to look and then recover.
No joy but fades, to give way to another

Each angel has a voice its own,
Vocally distinct,
Even as it longs for home,
Lured to Being's brink.
Yet billions, billions sing as one,
Nearer than they think.
Even angels feel the pangs of love.
(Vicariously, of course - their love is pure.)
Each finds a human love to serenade,
Leaving its perfection in the shade,
Yearning for the pain it must endure,
Near ecstasy with what it knows not of.

To be an angel, one need not have wings.
In giving love there is an equal grace.
Nor need one seek the aura in the face,
As love unveils the beauty of all things.