poem

Heaven Heaven, where the streets are made of gold, Heaven, where you never age or grow old, Heaven, where life's secrets unfold, Heaven, where the secrets are told, Heaven, where flowers grow wild, Heaven, once again your a child, Heaven, the weathers always warm and mild, Heaven, where wings lay open in piles, Heaven, where we are free, Heaven, cant you see? Heaven, its for you and for me, Heaven, when we are free.  I'm A Lonely Road Of   Broken dreams - Its  The moon that I'm searching for  Happiness is a crowd-around me at all times , its a friend that i'm searching for  My life is just like path, its a destination that I'm searching for  What is it? That I've lost, may be its 'me' that I'm searching for