I've got this little bit of heaven

Somehow, miracuously, I've managed to jump up and take a little bit of heaven into my palm. Just a some cloud, and light, and love. Aren't we always looking up? I, of course, still do. But something catches my eye before my gaze. Something beautiful that makes me realize heaven is
real without looking up. Heaven is real in warm brown eyes or a smile that bubbles like champagne. He is my remarkable. And if this heaven and remarkable will stay with me throughout my life, I might just about cry.

Heaven is a beautiful place, and tiger, I'm right there with you.

I promise.

And it goes a little something like this,

What is wrong, and who is right?
Day is black, and night is white.
And all I see is endless grey

Your fingertips brush against my palm,
Am I right? Or am I wrong?
You've known this answer all along,
But I feel as if I will never get there.

This silver line is wearing thin
My head will rest upon my chin
The drier the eye that once would rain
Livelyhood to mask the pain

This pain, this pain, oh go away
Excuse yourself now, on this day
For I have not enough to pay
your hefty toll that strickens me

And still I pray now, to this day
That you will finally find a way
To teach me how to breakaway

From myself.

From my shadow.

From my sins.