Heaven

If heaven has no woes nor pain,

then it must be a realm worth shame,

for it cannot know devil's croon,

and thus cannot know know beauties tune.

So bittersweet be beauties shade,

for beauty comes from vibrant greyed,

and beauty is the listless lost,

and beauty is the lightened soul.

If heaven is a perfect place,

with everything on bended knee,

then why would people strive,

for what they can just have?

and why should people hope and dream,

when they have everything?

and why would people love and hold,

what they will never loose?

Without the joy and all the rain, 

without the loss and all the gain,

then life seems tame, not quite the same,

and heaven must be blinded pain,

and heaven must be blinded pain.