Woke up this morning
Trying hard to hide my melancholy
I joined you for breakfast
And we continued our lie

Every day it is similar
You are cheery
And so am I
Our terrible lie

Can you imagine a time
When we awoke and did not speak
Realizing our moods would cause tension
Tension caused by too little life?

I do wish sometimes
As I leave for work sullenly
Dreading the day already
Weeping far within

The lie, terrible and unending
Would cease to be
And I would know the real you
And you the real me

But, the lie drags on for now
For it is not written in the stars
And perhaps it will never be
I am my own companion

The dreaded truth
Gathered in a lifetime
Sentenced for an eternity
Realized too late

Does heaven have a phone number?
Mommy went to heaven,
but I need her here today.
My tummy hurts and I fell down;
I need her right away.

Operator, can you tell me
how to find her in this book?
Is heaven in the yellow part?
I don’t know where to look.

I think my daddy needs her too,
at night I hear him cry.
I hear him call her name sometimes,
but I really don’t know why.

Maybe if I call her,
she will hurry home to me.
Is heaven very far away?
Is it across the sea?

She’s been gone a long, long time-
she needs to come home now!
I really need to reach her.
I simply don’t know how.

Help me find the number, please.
Is it listed under “heaven”?
I can’t read these big, big words;
I am only seven.

I’m sorry, operator,
I didn’t mean to make you cry.
Is your tummy hurting too—
or is there something in your eye?

If I call my church
maybe they will know.
Mommy said when we need help
that’s where we should go.

I found the number to my church
tacked up on the wall.
Thank you, operator
I’ll give them a call.