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
