Stairway To Heaven

I stare upon December's moon, and wonder why some leave so soon. When news hits us like shattered glass... Can we believe what's come to pass? When we aren't meant to understand... Then who are we to judge God's plan? As he sifts through the sands of time... Was this really by design? Will we get from here to there, and know it when we do? Will we greet our flesh and blood, and those we never knew? Remember those that mean the most, and hear their voices ring. Then shut your eyes...and listen close, and you'll hear an angel sing... Copyright © 2007