If heaven were always so close,
and our arms always so open,
then many would surely find the strength,
to hope again.
If our hearts were always so wide,
and we learned to live in peace,
Then many would surely find the strength to not give up.
Happiness does not need colourful ribbons,
and love no season,
we could reach for the starts every day,
they are not so far.
If heaven were always so close,
and our arms always so open,
then many would surely find the strength,
to hope again.
If our hearts were always so wide,
and we learned to live in peace,
Then many would surely find the strength to not give up.
The blaze of light does not have to fade,
even when the candles soon burn up,
then gold and silver would be more than colours that pass by.
If heaven were always so close,
and our arms always so open,
then many would surely find the strength,
to hope again.
If heaven were always so close.