Where do we go
When we die?
Do we simply float away,
Do we learn to fly?
Is there such place as heaven,
Where God resides?
Are we puppets,
In this twisted game of life?
Are theyre angels above,
Do they carry on our love?
Is there a place,
With neither push or shove?
One thing i know,
Almost certain I am,
None of you can,
Hold love, In you’re hand.
by J. Hill. J.
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