Streets
Of
Heaven
Hello
God,
it's
me
again.
2:00
a.m.,
Room
304.
Visiting
hours
are
over,
time
for
our
bedside
tug
of
war.
This
sleeping
child
between
us
may
not
make
it
through
the
night.
I'm
fighting
back
the
tears
as
she
fights
for
her
life.
Well,
it
must
be
kind
of
crowded,
On
the
streets
of
Heaven.
So
tell
me,
what
do
you
need
her
for?
Don't
you
know
one
day
she'll
be
your
little
girl
forever.
But
right
now
I
need
her
so
much
more.
She's
much
too
young
to
be
on
her
own;
Barely
just
turned
seven.
So
who
will
hold
her
hand
when
she
crosses
the
streets
of
Heaven?
Tell
me
God,
do
you
remember
the
wishes
that
she
made,
As
she
blew
out
the
candles
on
her
last
birthday
cake?
She
wants
to
ride
a
pony
when
she's
big
enough.
She
wants
to
marry
her
Daddy
when
she's
all
grown
up.
Well,
it
must
be
kind
of
crowded,
On
the
streets
of
Heaven.
So
tell
me,
what
do
you
need
her
for?
Don't
you
know
one
day
she'll
be
your
little
girl
forever.
But
right
now
I
need
her
so
much
more.
She's
much
too
young
to
be
on
her
own;
Barely
just
turned
seven.
So
who
will
hold
her
hand
when
she
crosses
the
streets
of
Heaven?
Lord,
don't
you
know
she's
my
angel
You
got
plenty
of
your
own
And
I
know
you
hold
a
place
for
her
But
she's
already
got
a
home
Well
I
don't
know
if
you're
listenin'
But
praying
is
all
that's
left
to
do
So
I
ask
you
Lord
have
mercy,
you
lost
a
son
once
too
And
it
must
be
kind
of
crowded,
On
the
streets
of
Heaven.
So
tell
me,
what
do
you
need
her
for?
Don't
you
know
one
day
she'll
be
your
little
girl
forever.
But
right
now
I
need
her
so
much
more.
Lord,
I
know
once
you've
made
up
your
mind,
There's
no
use
in
beggin'.
So
if
you
take
her
with
you
today,
will
you
make
sure
she
looks
both
ways,
And
would
you
hold
her
hand
when
she
crosses
the
streets
of
Heaven.
The
streets
of
Heaven.
Sung
By:
Sherrie
Austin
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