moving on

When we move on to the Heavenly plain
The only thing you take might be your name,
No taxes, no work, there is only pure love
That you will find in Heaven above.

When we move on to the Spiritual place
You will meet God His Holy Grace,
There will be no sickness, no pain there too,
Heaven will be an utopia for you.

As we move on we take nothing with us,
Our Spirit and Soul move on without fuss,
There is no baggage to move, we cross over fast,
There our Spirit and Soul forever will last.