Heaven, center of the galaxy,
all life anywhere looks up to see
its' majesty.
Sometimes you pull the drapes, shut the door,
weary from all decadance galore
you can't ignore.
Ev'ry road leads to the middle maze
but only a few on heaven gaze ...
most just see haze.
Heaven, fact or fantasy? We'll see.
It's my home so please look there for me--
my family.
Enveloped in velvet ... glittery,
faith, alone, is the open-door fee.
Go there, you'll see.
Ev'ryday in heaven's paradise:
visions, sounds, touch are perfection ... nice.
I'll say it twice!

Perfection's nice.
Aspire to heaven ... sweet paradise.