Heaven is Empty
Heaven is empty
Nobodies there
I brought my camera
Stayed in it's bag
People ask me all the time what I want
The answer is one
Heaven is empty
Unconditional love
A crane at the top of the lake
I'll hang like Jesus on my pulling bd
Heaven is empty
If a big, cold bird tried to bring me a baby
I feel I would get on his back
Kissing his neck
Breathing the down
Kissing the down
And whisper softly
I don't want entry. That place is empty
Writer/s: Hannah Harding
