When I was forced out of heaven
and facing hell,
your presence provided solace.

When I found myself abandoned
and betrayed by 'friends',
your arms bestowed comfort.

When I faced my weakest hour
- unable to fight any longer,
your words gave me strenght.

When I was six feet under,
heaven smelt of springflowers and sunshine.

Now that I am on solid ground,
heaven smells of worn leather and cigarettes.