Christmas in Heaven
For only six or seven years
There was no crying and no tears
Only mommies holding babies
And kissing away fears
The only monsters were under beds
Not burning pictures in others heads
Now daddy's holding her broken heart
A perfect families torn apart
She can almost hear her babies voice
Saying through the pretty lights...
Oh I'm in Heaven now
Mommy there's angels all around
Jesus is holding my hand
Waling through lovely surf and sand
Don't cry for me, one day you'll see
how beautiful it is to spend Christmas in Heaven
Empty hospital bed
She was too weak, the doctor said
Something wasn't right
Her heart fell to the war of red and white
She used to play with you all day
You'd brush her and french braid
But the locks all ran away
Someday you'll hear her say...
Oh I'm in Heaven now
Mommy there's angels all around
Jesus is holding my hand
Waling through lovely surf and sand
Don't cry for me, one day you'll see
how beautiful it is to spend Christmas in Heaven
He couldn't see another way
And nothing could make him stay
Too many times they broke his heart
His world was all but torn apart
He wrote through tears to let her know
If you're reading this know I'm singing to you now...
Oh I'm in Heaven now
Mommy there's angels all around
Jesus is holding my hand
Waling through lovely surf and sand
Don't cry for me, one day you'll see
How beautiful it is to spend Christmas in Heaven
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