If Heaven is your home,
Do you ever step out,
To admire the flowers blooming,
Or the leaves that are falling,
And your loved ones wailing
Do you suppose you’re content?
In your new home;
While your old home is empty,
It’s without love, without joy,
And without you.
But tell me,
Can you really see or hear us,
And can you feel our pain too,
Of having to live without you?
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