Paradise,
Is a place
Much better,
Than this
It is a place,
Where perfect things,
Actually exist
But you can't obtain something,
As rare as it,
Without paying a heavy price,
And I'm determined to pay that price
I'll give it all up,
And walk down the thorny lane
I'll jump over the obstacles,
And even dance in the rain
I'll watch for a clear blue sky
while waiting for the darkness to fade
I'll fight with all I've got,
Until the price is paid
However, I won't obtain it
Unless I truly believe
That the only thing that,
Can admit me to paradise,
Is the Lord's mercy
So I'll continue walking,
down the one way lane
I'll jump over the obstacles,
And even dance in the rain,
I'll hide from the burning sun,
Whenever I find shade,
And with the Lord's mercy,
The price will be paid.
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