There is my kite
Caught around a signpost
The sign says: You are almost there.
So I was right — there is a Heaven
Very near
But there are no fires in hell
There is only Mercy
Some days my kite goes where I cannot see
And I feel happy for its freedom
When it’s tangled in the trees and wires
I know it’s my own fault
All my fault
But there are no fires in hell
There is only Mercy
(I believe)
One day my kite will escape forever
And I will jump to catch the trailing string
Wishes and wants will fall from my pocket
As I wave, full of peace