Heaven today is but a way
To a place I once called home.
Heart of a child, one final sigh
As another love goes cold.
Once my heart beats to the rhythm of the falling snow
The river now flows - a stream on molten virgin snow.
For the heart I’ll never have,
For the child forever gone
The music flows because it longs
For the heart I once had.
Living today without a way
To understand the weight of the world.
Faded and torn, old and forlorn
My weak and hoping heart.
For the child, for the night
For the heart I once had
I believe and foresee
Everything I could ever be.
Time will not heal a dead boy’s scars,
Time will kill.