A distant light
Goes from blue to white
I followed it with a curious eye
A breath taking view of the beauty of the sky
The blues experienced in their quest
As a flourish of a paintbrush is guest
To gods testament a beauty

Strutting proud and perfect the hue’s come
And as once the blue turns to gold a walk home
That distant light perhaps is heaven
Are as close to god as can be
I sit and wish that I could be free

I silently say a prayer
And whisper to the, the lord up there
I am allowed this as a friend
But oh I got things to say to him in
The End