Heaven Maybe

by P.T. Brooks

Stories don't lie
Pennies to gold
the next thing you know
the truth has been told
loving done wrong
might fit in a song
but no place inside of your smile
if I could go back to Heaven
I think I'd correct
the difference between an inch and a mile

And I'd like to fall asleep
inside of your voice
my chapel, my church
where I bow to rejoice
and I'd like to hold you
inside of your hands
I'll tell you my exceptions
while you plead your demands


Posted on 03/13/2016
Copyright © 2022 P.T. Brooks

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