It is quiet but full of laughter. It is soft but full of light.
Its fields contend with ponds that glisten in the night.
And laughter breaks that silence as it echoes off the walls.
And this, my far away home, is a dream yet to be found.
My far away is a distant dream. A chance of what could be.
Full of hearts I love to love, but faces I cannot see.
A home where heartache will win no more, but our joyful souls will dance.
I can't wait for Heaven!