Paradise

How does it feel like
to open one's eyes
each morning, knowing
that you will have
a good and beautiful day?

To see blue skies and white sand,
in a paradise untouched by
alien hands, where one can
live out his days in peace,
without tears, without pain,
without sorrow and grief.

It must feel wonderful,
after having spent a lifetime
of suffering on this acrid land.
What happiness you must feel,
what joy, knowing that in the end,
no matter how much pain we've gone
through trying to do good in this world,
we will go to a better place. 
Paradise. 

I will always love and miss you, grandpa.

8:40pm - 19/09/2001