Heavenly

Through all this garbage and mess

I do plenty and rest

I sleep to dream of heaven

And get ready 

I'm dressed

I long for the ocean

I long for the sea

I heard a gospel singer

And I sang as if it were me

Although the angels sigh in relief

Of extraordinary ecstasy

Life is what you make of it

Life be a mystery

Can you forget your problems

Can you help from leaving me be

Through this garbage and mess

I still see beauty

And I will be little ole me

Now with the help of the Holy Mother

I feel good and proud to be me

I pray to her repeatedly

I will try my best to repent

And confess my flaws and my sins

This little landfill has turned 

From garbage to a beautiful garden

I feel fortunate for her to guide me

Through the mess and trash

At last things are heavenly