Northbound

On the back road to heaven

There’s room for you and me.

Leave behind your belongings—

We’ll travel light and free.

Some folks claim you can carry

Your cash, your deeds, your stuff;

Toys and trinkets can hinder

And make the roadway rough.

We’ll forego some possessions—

We’ll give a bunch away.

 Earthly riches don’t matter;

We don’t intend to stay.