Only One

                                  She was the only one

Of my flesh and blood

Now I have no calling

I can do no worldly good 



I sit silent

I sit mourning

I sit listless all the day

I've mostly lost the voice to speak

And any words to say except

Does heaven have enough angels yet? 



I've gone hard

And I've gone cold

I can't make the piece of this cracked life fit

Please forgive me for wanting to know

Does heaven have enough angels yet? 



She was the only one

Of my own flesh and blood

Sometimes I hear her calling

Straight from the house of god