Dear Mr. Clapton
I have learned of your loss
Tears in heaven
It's a beautiful song
I know your bleeding
Won't cease with my words
They're just a cool drink
To help you along
Through saturdays with no noise
Baseballs and untouched toys
They leave an empty feeling in your soul
He is in heaven's scar
There are no tears up there, cuz
Jesus loves children more than we will ever know
He loves those children more than we will ever know
Dear Mr. Clapton
You are not without hope
Door to heaven
Lies beyond the grave
If you would only
Believe as a chant
Someday this pain
Will be washed away
Of, memories of holidays
That small angelic face
They leave an empty feeling in your soul