The Grey Heaven of My Sinful Dreams

Even though I live
My soul is dead and wondering the oceans of the souls
Even Though I live
My soul is lost in endless corridors of Heaven’s maze
Even Though I live
My soul is stuck right in the middle of sinners and of saints
Even Though I live
My soul is too old to wear a halo
Even Though I live
My soul is too young to have sinned
Even Though I live
My soul continues wondering the grey planes of these undying lands
Without a home, without a heart to belong to without a death to stick to
And even though I live
My soul continues sinning in foolish clouds of hope
That in the end at least the iron doors of hell
May open up and I will find a home