When I Think Of Heaven
When I think of heaven
I smell the ocean the salt tickling myn nose
The sand stuck between my toes
When I think of heaven
I see my little angle running threw
The pure green grass
Her shinny black curls flowing in
the wind her blue eyes glistening
In the sun, her laugh warming my soul
When I think of heaven
I feel the warmth of a bath,
I taste bitterness of an old crisp red wine
The comfort of a holiday fire under the
reith
When I think of heaven
I hear the sounds of summer
Motors running, music playing,children
Laughing glasses clinking
When I think of heaven
It's stops me from thinking of death
Heaven is not at the end
Heaven is your own perceptions of
Happiness