There is a final resting place,

Where we all go to lye.

A final Place where God is,

No pain as we say goodbye

This place is called heaven,

It is as beautiful as you can imagine it to be,

There are trees, and facades of water,

Everything we will ever need.

The water is so clean,

and the beauty is so pure,

There is nothing but things peaceful,

Loved ones gone now we hold dear

God made this our final resting place,

There is never going to be a place so pretty

Love goes around unlimited,

Angels are there for us to see