As I wait here, listening to the silence I dream of a land filled with peace and grace This land filled with the rich aroma of flowers It is this land where I'll go to pass on Though neither you nor I imagine that time Let us admire the beauty of this place Which has been promised to us And there, waiting for us, will be an angel Shining like a sun, he will reach out a hand So we may go above the clouds to a land Where pain and worries vanish from sight Our forgiveness will be taken away for good. You can imagine what flower filled place I'm talking. Just a poem I wrote last year for English.
