If there were no boundaries
Fettering us in
We wouldn't be singing
Our songs

Because we want to give so much
And get so much
our previous self is always poor

Heaven is stagnant 
Heaven is boring

We like the hell
the pain
The beauty of it all

We build our homes on the edge
Undisturbed from the wordly tribulations
We look at humanity clearly
And we write about them

And to them

And we wonder why they look at us

Without actually looking at us.

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