Onet

I hear of a place that is made of gold, a place where we shall never grow old, But one answer I have not heard at all, will there be paw prints from my little dog? He promised us joy right from the start, I just wonder if she'll be a part. So as I sit here and dream of the day, I wonder if heaven she will stay? When you're walking down with the saints of old take a glimpse of that new road and if there you shall see, Maybe a paw print just for me. --- final onet is here the journey begins adventure coming coming