So much is loaned to us on earth
That when we have to give it all back
In heaven will it have to be
Wrenched from our hands
Will I bargain with my angel
To let me keep a few pieces
Of paper and a pen to write to you
Now and then as I pass through
The seven stages of healing
So after all the bandages are removed
And even though I still can't see a thing
And have to shield my eyes
Against the light I still can
Write to let you know I'm here
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