Highway

I wish I could build my highway to heaven,
No money, no charge, just deeds to get even,
Deeds above thousands, earned night and day,
Until the moment when you look up and say “you may”.

There’d be a lit up sky of rainbows and stars all the way,
All shiny and sparkling like yellow hay.
No scar-soul of a man would be allowed,
If one ever tried, he’d drown right through the cloud.

I wish this highway is made of sweetness and love so true,
Every passenger would fly through, around the sky blue.
Hats and ribbons would be tossed around,
Merriness and eagerness would fill the crowd.

The world forward would be full of surprises superb,
Bursting would be joy, too hard to curb.
By the end of the journey, there’d be new relatives and mates,
Together entering the ever beautiful, pearly gates….