She sits and stares through a window pane
On a rainy august day
Her strength is erased from years gone by
And her hair has long been gray

Her company is the memories
But even those decay
Her children were gone the moment that
Her mind began to fade

But through all the fears she dreams of a home
That she’s never seen but soon she will know

Soon she will run on fields of green
And never wake up from her dreams
Embrace with joy the mysteries
Of beautiful that she’s never seen
Soon she will run
(he, we)

Big brown eyes and messy hair
A little boy wild confined to a chair
The cancer has spread and there’s not much time
He’s struggling through eight and hoping for nine

He waves to his friends as they play in the yard
Love can be soft but life can be hard

(…Soon we will) run and not fade for true life’s just begun
and the tears and the pain now will finally be done
And this world that is broken it’s all that we know
But Jesus soon we’ll see home