At Heaven's Gates

When the world goes around,

And dusk is bound,
When blood hounds threaten to growl and pound,
When we are finally home-bound,
things in our head go round and round.

Life flashes by at a steady pace,
of things left behind in the worldly race,
the golden train and the lovely face
of the little doll with a frock of lace.

All left behind, i am running hard,
to be the first, to make myself heard.
Only to be stopped by the dutiful guard
at heaven's gates, open for a drunkard

for, content and satisfied, he had lived his life
had a family, children and a beautiful wife.
I look helplessly, as I had never been
content with the light, happy with the sheen.

My life flashes afore my eyes,
I am crying tears as cold as ice.
The life i had led, so completely hollow
if only instead of money, t'was my heart
had i the courage to follow!