I wish there was
a telephone line to heaven
so we could talk again
to our loved ones and friends
when the lonely hours call
from dusk to dawning light,
telling them how we are getting on
now they are no longer around.
I wish there was
a telephone line to heaven
so we could hear again
the voices that brought us pleasure
through the passing years,
talk to those again those
who dried our eyes
and removed all our fears.
Now when the lonely hours call
from dusk to dawning light
we are left with only memories
to help us through the night.
If only there was a telephone line to heaven,
brighter days might come along
and we could walk tall again
knowing they were ok though they are gone.
9 November 2013
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