When I die
I'll be happy
I'll leave my body
And my soul will float to Heaven
and Join My God
Where He will MInister to Me
In thoughts and in my inner most being
I'll be light as a feather
And alight onto a leaf in the meadow
But I think I'll be over the clouds
And inhabit a thick fluff cloud
in the Skies
The cloud will look like me
Floating
Floating
Floating
In the Air
With no real means to fly
But I'm expecting to sprout small wings to hold my Soul aloft
And I'll have no shoes
And I'll be just fine
No wind or rain will bother me
Nor lightning or thunder
No pain will acost me
And I'll worry no more
About smalll and silly things
Or about big and huge things
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