In this envisioned heaven, hearts beat as one, Free from the need to hide, or to have won, The armor of pretense, the guise of pride, Are shed, like autumn leaves, and let love reside.
The hope of heaven, a guiding light, Leads us through darkness, into morning's sight, And though we may wear camouflage now, In heaven's love, our true selves will somehow. hopeheaven camhure
In twilight's hush, where shadows play, Amidst the whispers of a fading day, There's a longing for a place serene, A hope for heaven, a heart's deepest dream. In this envisioned heaven, hearts beat as one,
Here, amidst the beauty of that celestial place, We find our true selves, a smiling face, No longer hidden, no longer afraid, In hope and love, our spirits displayed. Here, amidst the beauty of that celestial place,
But what if heaven's not just a distant shore, But a state of being, forever in store? A realm where love and hope entwine, And camouflage is shed, like a worn-out vine.
Like a chameleon, the soul adapts and blends, In camouflage, it hides its deepest trends, Afraid to show its true design, Lest the world's critique bring heartache's sting.