Above the clouds, there’s another cloud,
That leads to a serene path.
It’s not visible to me and I just want to see,
Where’s the angel, who can carry me?
The air seems to blow really strong,
I can hear the sound of the wind.
Millions of stars residing in the mass,
Elevated above the earth’s surface.
Embracing the aura that surrounds this place,
There’s a glory to this vault of spirits.
The staircase that leads to this fairyland,
Is a brilliant art painted by the celestial Artist.
But if “Home” is my place, to where I come from,
Why do I keep wandering here and there?
On earth I reside, but think about the skies,
Shouldn’t Heaven be where I stay?
We live in a dream, a fantasy world,
Would like to ignore the truth of life,
“Heaven” is often found within ourselves,
Why do we look somewhere else?