Heaven is a promise,
whispered through the lips of angels,
to the souls of the wounded.
The one's with their hearts
captured in cages,
of heartache and despair.
Shackled by the words of torment
and pain.
Lost in infinite moments
that pass in a sphere of eternity.
And lost the souls will remain.
Until they come to believe.
Until they see with their hearts. 
Until they speak the word of passage.
The word that will part the waters,
unlock the gates,
and open the book of ages.

January 2000