Where is the lovely stairway

That leads to God’s heaven?

I’ve been looking for it,

Since the age of seven.                        

      

I’ve been kind of lost,

Doing the same old thing,

Which is much of nothing,

And living on a string.

I’m knee-deep in e-mails, 

And I’ve got my nose,

Next to the grind-stone

As every one knows.

Life has been so empty,

Devoid of human touch,

And no one ever saying,

“I love you very much.”

My reasons for being

Are almost at an end.

I’m learning to accept

The loss of a friend.

My heart keeps beating,

In a rhythm of its own.

It must be because

I’m to look for the stone,

That makes up the stairs

Going up to heaven’s gate.

It’s really up to God,

How long I’ve got to wait.

When the time comes,

I doubt I’ll hesitate.

Yu/stan/kema.