I could believe in heaven
If only to imagine you in paradise
I could take up religion
And pray to see you again infinite times.

But I can't believe in a God that would let you leave
I can't kneel and beg to an unforgiving diety
I  can't hope and pray with no relief
I can't subscribe to a religion you never believed.

So I'll miss you instead.
I'll cry until the tears stain my face and bed.
I'll tell you to every person I meet.
I'll preach of Autumn on the corner of every street.

I'll keep loving you until I'm too old to breathe alone.
I'll respect you until I can't stand on my own.
I'll be proud to have known you until the end of my life.
I'll remember you until the end of time.

I'll write books as a eulogy and remain in hope
That I can show earth the purest of gold
I'll write poetry for you until there's nothing left to say
And then I'll write the same words in different ways.

And I'll wake up in the morning knowing you were here
And I'll sleep in that knowledge from year to year.
I'll remeber that smile and that frown you had


And I'll know, despite it all, it won't bring you back.

I could believe in heaven if only to imagine you in paradise.
I could take up religion and pray to see you infinite times.
I could sell my soul and every possession I own.
But instead I'll tell of the Autumn I had known.