Heaven's Gate
He lives inside a fortress of guilt,
imprisoned within the thick walls he built,
across distant hills there stands a girl,
he cannot see her from his windowsill.
And she waits for him at heaven’s gate,
feeling in her heart his inner hell.
He relives his mistakes every single day,
the steps to forgive himself, he cannot take,
his mind screams in anguish the words of self-hate,
if he silenced his thoughts, his pain would abate.
And she waits for him at heaven’s gate,
willing her love to ring through his thoughts like a bell.
He churns and scrawls and contemplates,
pondering alone, in the hours late,
when a flash of love beams across his face,
it fills his soul with a momentary grace.
And she waits for him at heaven’s gate,
knowing only true love can break the spell.
He dreams sometimes that all has changed,
that he has been freed from his internal chains,
but he steps back twice for every leap he gains,
thus his tidal world remains the same.
And she waits for him at heaven’s gate,
whispering words of love into the seashells.