Where we live is hell,
up above is heaven,
the place we go when we die,
hell is the place we go if we lie.

My heaven is in his arms,
on earth I remain, his arms bringing the beauty of heaven to me,
a place that takes away all the hurt,
a place I know I don't have to be alert,
keep my walls up high,
cut my wings and be afraid to fly.

Where we live is hell,
torture, day after day, all we feel is pain,
people around us making us go insane,
every path I choose seems to take me down the wrong lane,
all efforts of being heard, being seen, goes in vain.

My heaven is in his eyes,
that sun kissed honey brown eyes,
oh, how warm, how captivating,
the eyes that draw me in,
leaves me in awe,
one look into it and the worlds comes to a standstill,
the world silences and all pain ceases to exist.

Where we live is hell,
when all the world brings you is heartache,
and your heart just breaks,
shattered pieces all over the floor like shards of glass wounding you with every try to pick it up and put it back together,
oh, what more, what more does the world want.

My heaven is in his smile,
his warm, soft smile,
oh, for him I'd walk a mile,
I'd do anything to see him smile,
oh, my one wish, the day I walk down that aisle.

And for me I know he'd pick up those pieces caring less if it hurts him, if he knows it'll take away my pain and make me whole again.
My other half, my home, my everything,
the love we have,
knitting together as one the very souls of us both,
no place for loath, just love, laughter and a life worth living if it's with the other person,
his smile like a light so bright removing darkness from my world, eliminating all things bad,
his smile, a light that guides me through this tunnel of life,
filled with nothing but darkness,
he's my light that shines so bright.

Where we live is hell,
when life gets hard and all that's left to do is cry,
oh, how I wish I could die,
all that's left is dread,
every day I wake up, reality hits, a life dreaded every day,
who wouldn't wish they were dead in such a world of cruelty and misery.

My heaven is in his laugh, in his voice,
my peace, my home, my other half,
a laugh that is so much more, that is music to my ears, a sound I won't ever get tired of listening to, a sound I'd choose to be able to hear if I could only hear one thing for eternity,
so much to calm you down, but for me,
his voice is it for me,
an instant relief when everything around me is too loud, too much, too heavy to carry,
his voice is it for me,
if I couldn't hear anything else let it be,
his voice, his laugh is it for me,
an instant calmness rushing through my body the moment I hear his voice, making every bad day, every sad moment instantly better.

Where we live is hell,
when the world doesn't fail to make me cry, to bring me nothing but pain, to bring me down,
he never fails to make me smile, to keep me sane, to love me through every up or down, to turn every frown to a laugh even on my worst days.

My home, means his arms, his laugh, his smile, his eyes,
because what else feels safer than home in a person you know you can always run too,
someone who proves every day the love they give is true,
a person, my person, a home, my home,
is the person I know I love and loves me too,
the person I know will hold me in his arms and keep me safe from all harm,
my heaven is HIM.