at the window seat,
her song made sweet,
she wears a white dress,
and quiets her stress,
writing poems about me!
she smiles at me and says,
don\'t fret my dear,
the end is near
the Lord has told me so,
so pack up your kindness
and peace and peace and go!
i have a home up here,
where we will be very near
from everlasting to everlasting.