Finding Heaven
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Was a man on the street last night
He had nothing to eat so he fought for his life He found relief at the bottom of a bottle But there was so little left to find Will he be ok? Will he be alright? Will he make it through the cold and lonely night? Maybe somehow, maybe someday Beneath the paper where he sleeps He’ll find Heaven He’ll find Heaven She makes a living on the corner of Main She would never have thought she could handle the shame She had a man, with a hard-fisted hand So she took all she had and she ran Will she be ok? Will she be alright? Will she make it through the cold and lonely night? Maybe somehow, maybe someday Beneath the paper where she sleeps She’ll find Heaven She’ll find Heaven So I’ll see her at the corner of Main everyday The story of her life written in the lines upon her face And the truth in my shame Is that I don’t even know her name Will she find a light? Will she find a way? Will she see that love’s not very far away? Maybe somehow, maybe someday Beneath the paper where she sleeps She’ll find Heaven She’ll find Heaven Beneath the paper where she sleeps |
I met a man in a parking lot once who asked me for food and a blanket. My heart went out to him as it was the middle of winter, and all he really needed was to keep warm. When I returned to the parking lot with food and blanket, he was gone. As I drove home I began to imagine the life he might have lived
that had brought him to such a place, and to hope that one day he would find relief. |