What will my broken heart have to say,
When I have to leave here and you have to stay?
Buried you are 'neath earth and cold stone,
And I leave the burial ground all alone.
I come here each year with blooms for your mound,
While others offerings lay faded around,
Do you come up to smell their sweet scent,
Or do you wander about and loudly lament?
I found in our house a book I know not,
A book of times past and decades forgot,
Did you know of this Jesus man?
Did you believe in his wonderful plan?
I have decided this to accept,
The fact that your life is not over yet,
Yet I resent that I wasn�t told,
You could be alone to walk streets of gold.
What would my mended heart have to say?
While I have to stay here and you fly away,
Angels have rolled back the heavy tomb stone,
And I have to stay whilst you fly away home.