Ornaments of Heaven

I wish to wake up in the hall of sleep surrounded by the calm listen to the sounds of things.
I haven't heard before my footsteps have stained the way it seems an endless time I spent thousands of hours, but not enough to die I wish to walk the Seraph's way, if there's something to show I want but I can't believe there's secrets to be told Ornaments of Heaven don't light up my useless days.
Under the throne of angels crying I sleep my time away ...and the waves of my time wash me ashore ...ashes, dust, and tears are in my throat, and the waves of time sweet me away , they take all my borrowed days they just come to leave, and wash me ashore...