Up to Heaven
Please pull me up, up as high as possible from this earth.
Up to heaven, ten million light years away.
Up to the garden of Eden, with flowers which never die.
Up to my lost family , which mist me for a long time.
Up to my real father, who will accept me as his son.
Up where I can look down on earth,
and laugh at every stupid human being.
Up where the sun always shine,
and where it’s never cold..
Up where money has no value,
and where you don’t have to earn your love!
Up to heaven, ten million light years away.
Up to the garden of Eden, with flowers which never die.
Up to my lost family , which mist me for a long time.
Up to my real father, who will accept me as his son.
Up where I can look down on earth,
and laugh at every stupid human being.
Up where the sun always shine,
and where it’s never cold..
Up where money has no value,
and where you don’t have to earn your love!
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| Auteur: Ricardo JP Copijn | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 18 oktober 2001 | ||
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