Heaven Doesn'T Have a Phone Line

I want to hear your voice But my savior is the dial tone. I pick it up this time hopeful But still no one on the phone. I really need to talk to you. I really wish you'd call. I stand on this cliff not wanting to jump But hoping to fall. I just don't understand. I know God can see. I find myself praying every night , "Lord, please just let him call me" My mom still insists I need to start moving on . It breaks her heart to tell me the truth, "You need to accept that he's gone". I just can't though, I never got to say good bye. I just need to get a hold of heaven, I have to at least try. I have to figure it out and then I'll be just fine. "Lord please just listen to me.... Heaven desperately needs a phone line."