Can you hear me from heaven, where the stars softly sleep,
Where the light never fades and the angels all weep?
Do my whispers still reach you on the wings of the wind,
Every echo of longing, each prayer I begin?

I speak to the night when the silence is deep,
When the world has gone quiet and I can’t seem to sleep.
Your name fills the spaces where laughter once lay,
And I ache with the memories that won’t drift away.

I wonder, do sunsets look brighter from there?
Do you send them as postcards to show that you care?
Each beam feels like fingers brushing my skin,
A sign that you’re with me, though I can’t see within.

I’m trying to live, but I stumble and fall,
Reaching for moments where I once had it all.
Your voice is a ghost in the hush of the air,
A lullaby lost in a tear and a prayer.

If heaven has windows, do you look down and see
The person I’m trying and failing to be?
Do you smile at the steps that I take,
Or weep for the promises I couldn’t make?

I miss you in ways that mere words cannot hold,
In the cold of the morning, the dusk turning gold.
But I carry your light like a flame deep inside,
And walk with your love as my sorrow’s guide.

So if you can hear me, just send me a sign,
A breeze through the trees, or the hush in a song only silence can find.
For though you are gone, you are never quite far,
Can you hear me from heaven, wherever you are?