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Hello God, it's me again
2:00 AM, Room 304
Visiting hours are over
Time for our bedside tug of war
This sleeping child between us
May not make it through the night
I'm fighting back the tears
As she fights for her life

Well, it must be kind of crowded
On the streets of Heaven
So tell me
What do you need her for?
Don't you know one day
She'll be your little girl forever
But right now I need her so much more
She's much too young to be on her own
Barely just turned seven
So who will hold her hand
When she crosses the streets of Heaven?

Tell me God
Do you remember the wishes that she made
As she blew out the candles on her last birthday cake?
She wants to ride a pony when she's big enough
She wants to marry her Daddy when she's all grown up

Well, it must be kind of crowded
On the streets of Heaven
So tell me
What do you need her for?
Don't you know one day
She'll be your little girl forever
But right now I need her so much more
She's much too young to be on her own
Barely just turned seven
So who will hold her hand
When she crosses the streets of Heaven?

Lord, don't you know she's my angel
You got plenty of your own
And I know you hold a place for her
But she's already got a home
Well, I don't know if you're listenin'
But praying is all that's left to do
So I ask you, Lord, have mercy
You lost a son once, too

And it must be kind of crowded
On the streets of Heaven
So tell me
What do you need her for?
Don't you know one day
She'll be your little girl forever
But right now I need her so much more
Lord, I know once you've made up your mind
There's no use in beggin'
So if you take her with you today
Will you make sure she looks both ways
And would you hold her hand
When she crosses the streets of Heaven

The streets of Heaven