"They say there are two fathers, one from above, one from below. They lied. There is only ever the devil. And when you look up from below, it is his reflection looking back at you." 

I refuse to believe that. 

Just because I live in this haze doesn't mean there's no heaven. 

For on a couple of rare occasions your light did reach me, through the dark clouds I caught a glimpse of the place you could have taken me.

And from the bottom of my gasping heart hear me say: please don't stop shining your light.