Heaven is Home

If a body that suffers is done with sin

As Saint Peter said

Then I saw perfection's bones

Barely holding skin

Melting in the bed

The biggest man I knew

Was barely days away from dead

And he said, "Heaven is home"

The third step-son of a seventh son

My mother's only dad

Now lay down, stricken

One desperate lung

And Marlboro mad

Still that man breathed in enough

To be amazed at all he had

And he sang, "Heaven is home"

His last breath he took

He read from the book

It said everybody dies

Now he's two years gone

And I still can look

At tears in my mother's eyes

She says "Son, what matters most

Is the way you wave goodbye

And if Heaven is home"