There's holes in the floor of heaven, and sometimes when I'm lonely, I believe that she can see, cause there's holes in the floor of heaven and she's watching over you and me.

Each time a loved one leaves us,
They take a piece of our heart with them.
The hearts are stored in heaven.
Golden buckets of love to send.

So mourn not for the loss of life
Grieve not that you are incomplete
You will be receiving
Hearts from Heaven
When life may not seem sweet.

Look up and feel the love
Surrounding you again
Share your love with others
So when your time comes
Your golden bucket will overflow,
And you will be the one to send
RENEWING Hearts from Heaven.

Randi RauhTyler©