Rapture
I will fall asleep and dream of a place often forgotten
And drift off into a realm of angels and gold;
A single pathway leads there, rarely ever trodden
Existing in a city where age is never old.
The rain drops stream down, saturated with life
Filling the hearts around them with everlasting love
Burying in the meadows all discord and strife
And clouds full of light, hovering weightlessly above.
I will fall asleep and dream of a place void of night;
I feel the warmth of the sun embracing my heart
While I soak up the affection of the light
Glowing with joy and praise from an undeserved new start.
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