**For my dear friend Heath

Where he goes to rest his head,
So tired…he takes his leave.
These pale hands reach for the bed,
…To feel his heart beat.

And nothing…

Laying with the angels,
…But there’s no heaven for me.

Tender is the touch,
How I miss you so much.
You break me,
…And my paper heart too.

As the angels fall from the skies…
…My body dies as I do.

And nothing…

After the eyes have dimmed.
And the pressures of this life,
…Have been stripped from me.
It will be done…as fast as the stars can carry me away,
…I will be free

And nothing…
Can take you away from me.