The stars are singing,
The clouds a-drifting.
Heaven is awaiting,
Its pearly gates shining.
I watch, my eyes silent,
As he walks through it.
I kneel and pray,
May he taste sweet wines of Heaven.
May he touch sacred joys of Celestials.
May the gift of happiness find him there,
And may the scars of mortality leave him.
I sit and wonder,
My mind thinking and tinker.
I mouth my question,
One of amazement, of curiousity,
Of innocence and strange detachness.
How is the view from Heaven, I ask, I wonder,
How does it feel to watch from up there?
