HOME Home is not a place on earth, Of wood or brick or stone; For I've gone on to better things, Now Heaven is my home. Don't listen for my footsteps, To fall across your floor; Don't grieve for me forever, Or wait to see me at your door. Take comfort in my memory, And you'll never be alone; For I am so much richer, Now that Heaven is my home. Don't listen now to hear my voice, Or look here for my face; For I have a home of perfect peace, And I'm now there in that place. As long as you remember me, You'll never be alone; I will be here waiting for you, Now Heaven is my home. Allison Chambers Coxsey, © 1996 Used with permission.