heaven

she died on a sunday. the wind it blew her name. between the trees, throughout the leaves. under feet. i hoped i'd see her one day, in a cool autumn breeze. and if she's gone to heaven, do i get to rendezvous? today it seems like forever. it's true heaven won't come so soon. i died on a monday and they all heard my name. within these blind folded screams of sheltered pain. i knew i'd see them one day. opened eyes, they could see. that if i get to heaven then you, you could make it too. heaven feels like forever. it's true life dies out too soon. one last thing before i go. and if i can't see you soon. i will listen for you when everything's in bloom. words by Murphy