when i die.

pessimistic.

when i die,
i want my friends to laugh,
not in joy,
but in happiness of where i have gone.
To a land where tear s are hardly seen,
where rivers flow with grace,
where i am welcome,
where you are welcome,
where we can all call home.

Author's Note

does such a place exist?

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[TheAdamBryant]

Heaven