Far away
From here
There's a way,
That people can hear,
And listen to you.
They care,
They don't lie,
They are true,
They are fair,
Well, they try.
They are real,
They are honest,
They can feel,
They make you rest.
Far away,
There is God,
That can say,
Why we lose blood,
Every time when we cry,
When we pay,
For asking why.
Far away,
There is a place,
When people mean,
what they say.
Instead of a race,
You have a life.
This place is a heaven
You go there when you die,
There is your soul
There you stop being mad.
There you understand,
What life is for,
There you get,
What for is the law.
Then you feel the death,
But you are alive,
You get back the faith,
You get back your life.