Heaven's fallen and broken today,
He whispered as he sat down on my bed
And folded his silent wings behind him.
Ten years dead, and still in my dreams.

He whispered as he sat on my bed,
I've missed you, sweetpea.
Tea years dead and you're still in my dreams;
My little girl, four going on forty.

God, I've missed you, sweetpea.
I thought to myself
That now I'm seventeen going on four.
Heaven really must've toppled,

I thought to myself.
Like a mirror shattering on the ground,
Heaven really must've toppled–
Scattering fallen angels and bits of sky,

Like a mirror shattering on the ground,
Obliterating god in an instant and
Scattering fallen angels and bits of sky.
Then my father stood up to leave,

Obliterating god in an instant.
He spread his wings behind him,
And as he stood up to leave me again, I realized
That heaven had fallen and broken ten years ago.

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