True Land
"A lovers conscience is just one dark hate"
As he gazed down, from heavens gate
The lonely angel sang to me
He sang not of birds, fields and trees
But of a land so wrought with death and pain
That even he must abstain
From setting foot upon this earth
And yet as he sang his final verse
The angel stopped and stared at me
In bewilderment as I sang to he
I sang of a place I wish to go
Where all are dressed in white like snow
Where none look down upon their peers
And no one ever feels true fear
