Streets of Heaven

Hello God it's me again. 2：00 a.m. Room 304.

Visiting hours are over time for our bedside tug of war.

This sleeping child between us may not make it through the night.

I'm fighting back the tears as she fights for her life.

Well it must be kind of crowded

On the streets of Heaven.

So tell me：what do you need her for

Don't you know one day she'll be your little girl forever.

But right now I need her so much more.

She's much too young to be on her own：

Barely just turned seven.

So who will hold her hand when she crosses the streets of Heaven

Tell me God do you remember the wishes that she made

As she blew out the candles on her last birthday cake

She wants to ride a pony when she'd big enough.

She wants to marry her Daddy when she's all grown up.

Lord don't you know she's my angel

You got plenty of your own

And I know you hold a place for her

But she's already got a home

Well I don't know if you're listenin'

But praying is all that's left to do

So I ask you Lord have mercy you lost a son once too

And it must be kind of crowded

On the streets of Heaven.

So tell me：what do you need her for

Don't you know one day she'll be your little girl forever.

But right now I need her so much more.

Lord I know once you've made up your mind

There's no use in beggin'.

So if you take her with you today will you make sure she looks both ways

And would you hold her hand when she crosses the streets of Heaven.

The streets of Heaven.