What I would do to have you wandering  this unfair earth again,
or better yet, what I would do to see you safe, through the gates of heaven.
I cannot begin to explain the countless breezy nights consisting of me waiting
patiently waiting for a sign that you are safe or simply you stating
that you are in the hands of another,
so I no longer have to wonder
where I'll meet you again.
You must be in heaven.