GOING HOME
I know there must be a Heaven
Because I'm living in hell.
This world isn't all its cracked up to be
Filled with violence and hatred;
Apathy causes us to look the other way.
If it wasn't so sick
I'm sure I could find some humor
In this world gone sour.
The only good thing I can think of
Is the time is coming
When this world will be left behind
And all it holds will be destroyed
In the blink of an eye.
Darkness will turn to light,
Sadness to joy,
Despair to hope.
All troubles will cease
While evil perishes
Like the loser he is.
For although he may have a hold
On this planet,
The grasp grows ever weaker
And we will all be swept home.
� Rosalia A. Hendrix