First Place

I stepped into heaven

Saw the mirrored chandelier disco ball

I rested before I was tested

I got in while theres lines to the rear 

And I can't drink

Cuz I might fall 

On my face 

Or break my neck

Trying to contort my body

In every position

It's not restricted 

I let my inhibitions go

I haven't felt so free since Chicago

I stepped into heaven

The angels sighing

While the choir is crying out "Lord" 

"Oh Lord"

I got to keep on moving

I got to set my self apart from the heard

I got to keep sane before I lose my gord

I got to keep on sharing my gift

Without guilt of failure or success

I got to keep getting on my thing

I must 

And you must love me

I can handle resistance

I stepped into Heaven 

God! Hold me! 

Gold mold me into your most perfect work

Then I realized perfection is imperfection 

In the first place