All Children Go To Heaven

Beyond the ragged edge of fire
there is a soft and golden light
which carries little children higher
than all the stars up in the night.

Up to a happy golden place;
a place where playtime never ends;
every child has a beaming face
and all they want and lots of friends.

Where toys and candy grow from trees
and rivers run with soda pop;
each day is care and trouble free
and fun and laughter never stop.

Close your eyes and you can dream it;
feel the warmth of its golden light.
However dark life sometimes seems, it
is made brighter when our dreams are bright.