There's heaven in his eyes
A blessing in his existence
Still, in there, some insecurities seems to lies
He seems like always distanced
Distanced to me
Far from my grasp

There's heaven in his voice
In his being
Still, other views him as a toy
I just hope he won't end up dying

As much as believers won't stop wanting heaven
I'll want him
Even if it's beyond my ken
I'll keep loving him

Even if i've got to admit that sometimes
During my longest and coldest nights
I can't help but be wondering
If i can't just search a less painful paradise