Heaven does not wait for me,
For the hands of time, eyes do not see.
They tick and tock and trumpet on,
On a herald's cry they sing their song.
Heaven does not wait for me,
Time no longer, so shall it be.
Upon this earth, lay winter's dust,
As I was swept away with an angel's touch.
Heaven does not wait for me,
Time spent here does not come free.
We work and toil and march along,
But to this earth, we do not belong.
Heaven does not wait for me,
At the pearly gates, I pay my fee.
To enter into the great unknown,
I'll wait for you-as you remember me.
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