I've been knocking on heaven's door
knocking, knocking, begging and crying
knocking some more
then, when I was about to turn around
the door opened.
I saw no green fields, no golden cows
I saw the mirror and myself
not my figure, not my eyes
I saw my heart.
The source of life and the force of life.
I gave it away before, thinking- with my now dead mind,
that love will be returned.
but the world is made out of broken people
huge egos in pain.
they think they deserve it all
without giving anything in return
but their pain and confusion.
I saw my heart when the door opened
I stepped in
I am in Love.