Living in this fishbowl year after year has really become a drag. Why cant I find anything good in it. I just want get away, I want fly away. You all can have it. I do not see any good.
When tomorrow starts without me,
please try to understand. That an angle
came and called my name, and took
me by the hand; The angle said my
place was ready, In heaven far above,
and that I had to leave behind all
those I dearly love. But when I walked
through heaven’s gates, I felt so much
at home, for God looked down, smiled
at me, and told me “Welcome Home.”
So, when tomorrow starts without me.
don’t think were far apart, for every
time you think of me, I’m right
there in your heart.