But what if heaven's not just a distant shore, But a state of being, forever in store? A realm where love and hope entwine, And camouflage is shed, like a worn-out vine.
Like a chameleon, the soul adapts and blends, In camouflage, it hides its deepest trends, Afraid to show its true design, Lest the world's critique bring heartache's sting. hopeheaven camhure
Here, amidst the beauty of that celestial place, We find our true selves, a smiling face, No longer hidden, no longer afraid, In hope and love, our spirits displayed. But what if heaven's not just a distant