Heaven’s Keys

What does it mean, when all is dim?

What happens now? Do I hear a hymn?

I fear the dark more than fear the knife,

So why is it painful to walk through this life?

I love this world, I love the trees,

Yet I wish not to be given Heaven’s keys.

May I just stay, and look at the sky?

Or must I really bid you all, goodbye?

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