Hope
For kindness we grope
World so painted bodly
Focus on dreams
Dancing with wings
No shoulders turned coldly

Hurt
Hope staying short
World array in black
Crying child
Running wild
A friend who turns his back

Hell
Fire in which I fell
World knowing of pain
Screaming death
Scorching breath
Uncooled by even rain

Heal
Praying while I kneel
World which I would love
Child of feeling
Heart is reeling
Fitting, like a glove

Heaven
Place for which I'm heading
World truly free
Love of God
Not a fraud
Wish that's where I could be