When I look up to the heavens
My heart sits heavy in my chest
I know its where you have to be
Cos God chose you to finally rest

When I look up to the heavens
I wish I had one more day
Just one last conversation
But god said you had to go away

When Iook up to the havens
Its your face I see
I know youre watching over us
We're just not prepared for you to leave

When I look up to the heavens
I know thats where youll stay
But I know if given the chance
You'd come take this pain away

When I look up to the heavens
Its clear god only takes the best
I wish you were still here with us
But god chose you to finally rest

Iook from my window at nothing much , the widow that passes with her tartan trolley is a daily acurence,  her face mostly the same until she returns,  

The ten o'clock people pass in a rush needing there fix well ***** buzz . The empty soul that walks by , no one nos his story seemingly just shy .

The rain falls but thats outside , i look from my Windows am safe in here watching life go by  ,
The widow returns she is now wet and not dry ,her trolley not as full now with no partner a tear in her eye