Providence

This pen is perfect
This paper's been in my pocket all month
Just begging for ink
I guess providence allows
I was just thinking
Have I been true and told you when I'm gone
I'll still be right by your side?

Please don't ask me how I know
Free from the one who taught me to keep looking backwards
The beat of my heart tells me someday I'll be home
The pain will always want to show its face and I'll be waiting
With open arms, it's had its place with me all along

I wanted you to know
I'll be right here when I go
Hand across my heart
Loving you here at the same time on this earth
Has been my honor too