We made a dwelling and then it dwelled within us.
In forms of dreams, so true inside our souls.
This place is now the land of the living.
With thoughts for roses, that made that land beautiful.
We gave to that land our best, but our best is yet to come.
These dreams became a deed, this deed became real.
This deed is now no longer those earthly dreams.
It moved up when we did, became heaven to us.
When we look up and smile, stars smile back with a twinkle.