Jim White

Pieces of Heaven

Jim White


Things that you know. 
Places you won't go.
Faces where you see 
traces of yourself.
Oooh, life's a big mystery.
In the puzzle of history,
I see pieces of heaven 
in photographs of you and me.

Over mountains so high, 
through shadows below,
the dreams you will dream, 
the love you will show.
In the dust storm of memory, 
of triumphs and tragedies,
I see pieces of heaven 
in photographs of you and me.

From before you were born 
till you're old as sin,
your wild oats strewn 
across the fields of time,
my one prayer will always be, 
that some day, you, like me
willl see pieces of heaven 
in photographs of you and me.