Heaven

Our souls long for the place in the sky, Where we go, when we die, An unseen place, beyond the clouds, Above the place where a lion prowls, Where we are before we begin, And where we go, when we end, Beauty beyond our imaginations, One of God's great creations, Ready or not, young or old, Murder, natural, poor, or with gold, Back to our father, our home, A beautiful place to roam, Wheather we're four, sixty, or eleven, We are all welcomed into heaven.