Helping Hand

Helping Hand If she were to die, the one you adore Would you still want to live anymore? And go to heaven to be by her side; There's no place down here left to hide. Suppose I sought a place for exclusion To my life it would be an obtrusion So I hope that God will understand You are no longer here to hold my hand. I should not want to sell myself short But I will always need your support And longer we have been separated How much more time must be waited? Often at night I may seem to snore And angels are flying around my door Why they are all here I now understand To heaven will give me a helping hand.