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.