I don’t believe in Heaven, but I do believe in a place with golden halls where spirits go to rest before being reincarnated into their next lives.
When names break and whispers fall
Spirits rise to catch the call
Hope floats up to Heaven’s walls
Voices fade, rest in golden halls
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