When I was young,
I thought Heaven was on the clouds,
The puffy trees,
Close enough to watch over me,
To far away from touch,
To far away to join,
And the rain,
Which fell on my face too often,
Was just God and his Love,

I got older,
As all children do,
My belief in Heaven,
And the Great Beyond,
Faded away,
Until those things,
Were nothing more then dusty books on a growing bookshelf,
Religion was a stupid thing for a preteen to believe in,

Heaven on clouds,
Seem to fall closer as I grow older,
Scars hide beneath long selves,
And sometimes I wonder if God is out to get me,
Or is that just my own doing?