great place called heaven.

im miss the place i called my home,
were i grew up when i was young and still playing with foam.

my school was just down the street,
to the school and back i loved to compete.

but wait as i got older it wasnt just a home,
it was a place were i started to roam.

were i first rode my bike,
and learnd to fly a kite.

my friends would come to hang,
and the place were i began to change.

you were always at work,
working for that jerk.

you never seen the pain,
that hid within my brain.

to scared to speak,
for shes not just a little critique.

hide those tears behind a mask,
is what she would ask.

every day with a new mistake,
would come another ache.

until the day she act to bold,
at me she would start to scole.

with one strong push i flew down the stair,
hoping this is the last scare.

lying on the ground,
im finaly found.

nine years after i turned seven,
in a great place called heaven.