Will Heaven Shelter Me?

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Are you selling dreams that fade so fast,

Like morning mist not meant to last?

I hold bright hopes, though worn and thin,

And feel the dark still pulling in.


I look for heaven, a gentle place,

Where quiet joy leaves a tender trace,

Drawn by whispers, a fragile plea-

Will heaven ever shelter me?


I am carried by winds, both rough and kind,

Leaving heavy sorrows behind,

Through laughter’s glow and sorrow’s sting,

I wonder if hope will always sing.


I search for light in shadows deep,

Where lonely hearts lie awake, not asleep,

Through loss and rain, a weary climb-

I wait for dawn in its gentle time.


My dreams drift softly, wild and free,

Across the world like memory,

Chasing shores though far they seem,

A fragile, waking, hopeful dream.


Hope hums softly, low and clear,

When I feel tired and linger here,

Guiding my heart, worn and frayed,

Toward a brighter path remade.


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