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
The hope of heaven, a guiding light, Leads us through darkness, into morning's sight, And though we may wear camouflage now, In heaven's love, our true selves will somehow. But what if heaven's not just a distant