Iwanted to think, yes. Because had my dad not been addicted to drugs, I neverwould’ve lost the money to achieve my dreams. I could have focused on savingmoremoney, maybe even gotten help from my parents. Devin could’ve used his ownfunds to rent out a recording studio, instead of helping me to get the place upand going. He could have recorded his own demo.
Buthe never would’ve written this song.
Hisfingers plucked at the strings and I watched him enter his own little world, asI had witnessed so many times before. I traveled there with him, as his eyesclosedand his brows lifted. He took me back to that day, ashe sang into the mic hanging in front of him.
Do youbelieve in Heaven, she asked?
Well,do you believe in me?
BecauseHeaven is where you are,
Andthat’s where I’d like to be.
Nextto you, among the flowers,
Underthe sun and sky.
Whereonly these things mattered,
Wherenothing real can die.
And inthat field, I suddenly knew,
As thesun lit up that sea of blue,
That onlyone would feel so right.
Myfriend, my soul, my love, my light.
Daisies,and daisies,
Andalways you.
Wheredo you want to go from here?
BecauseI’ll lead the way.
I’llhold your hand, I’ll be your light,
I’llmake a place for us to stay.
I’ll protectyou from the cruelest world,
Fromlife and all its pain.
I’llfill the room with flowers,
AndI’ll never love again.
And inthat field, I suddenly knew,
As thesun lit up that sea of blue,
Thatonly one would feel so right.
Myfriend, my soul, my love, my light.
Daisies,and daisies,
