If a body that suffers is done with sin, as St. Peter said, then I saw perfection's bones barely holding skin, melting in the bed,
The biggest man I knew was barely days away from dead, and he said, "Heaven is home."
The third step-son of a seventh son, my mother's only dad now lay down, stricken, one desperate lung and Marlboro mad,
Still, that man breathed in enough to be amazed at all he had, and he sang, "Heaven is home."
His last breath he took,
He read from the book; it said everybody dies,
Now he's two years gone, and I still can look at tears in my mother's eyes,
She says, "Son, what matters most is the way you wave goodbye, and if Heaven is..."
The Waiting
Artist: The Waiting- Never Dim
- Never Dim Aka Faithless Hands
- Hello, I Love You
- How Do You Do That
- How Do You Do That? AKA Do Lord
- Love Street
- Put The Blame On Me
- Not to Touch the Earth
- It Is Enough
- Summer's Almost Gone
- My Pride
- My Pride AKA Affect My Pride
- Wintertime Love
- Hands In The Air
- Hands In The Air AKA Under The Sun
- The Unknown Soldier
- Number 9
- Number 9 AKA Long Time
- Spanish Caravan
- Better Off As Friends
- My Wild Love
- Heaven Is Home
- Heaven Is Home AKA Home
- We Could Be so Good Together
- No Time For That
- No Time For That AKA No Time
- Yes, the River Knows
- Indian Summer
- Indian Summer AKA One Summer Night
- Five to One
- Beautiful Blood