Keeping Promises

Mercy me what do I see as I lay here in my bed.
All the beauties of the heavens tell me stories in my head.
Here, I am made to reside, tell my day is done.
As my heart stops it’s beating, then I’m off to travel home.

Pills for heartaches, pills for sadness, pills for standing in
              the rain.
Listen while it pitter patters, like a baby on the run.
Glistening droplets filled with rainbows promises all will
              be alright again.
When I reach my home in heaven, there will be no pills,
              no pain.

Tell my Mama, tell my Papa, that it won’t be long until,
I’ll slip out of this illusion of a life that isn’t well.
I’ll bring my guitar, and my song books, and I’ll sing my
              way to them.
All the fun things that I’m missing, I will do once again.

Laughter, maybe I will pack, in my traveling bag.
Forever after it won’t be necessary to ever cry again.
I’ll visit Elvis, I’ll see John Denver, wearing his big smile.
All the people who’s music I loved to listen to from
            across the miles.     

They tell me that for now I still need to stay here.
I need to help my little boy find his way.
So, I’ll keep my promise to him for he’s just reached 28.
If we’re lucky, God will gift us, we’ll walk together
            through those pearly gates.

What a joy, what a comfort it would be to hold his hand.
And to follow right beside him as we reach the promised
          land.
I’d introduce him to his Grandpa, he’ll see his little sister
          once again.
But for now we take our medications, we’ll laugh at life,
          and say “What’s Up”!
As for me, I know daily, I can never just give up.