Golden Home
To all those angels, big and small, waiting to go back home....the place of white.
Do you see what I see?
The golden eyes peeking out.
Do you hear what I hear?
The high melody being sung.
Will you go where I go?
To the place of white.
Could you want what I want?
To be loved and understood.
Now you are where I am.
The place of white.
Now you see what I see.
Angels eyes peek out.
Singing in joy,
As another child...
Comes back home...
(2013)
