Heaven's address

Remember those days
When we'd write every summer
Filling up the mailbox
Was never a weekly bummer

In our yearbooks
We would sign
Our summer address
Even though you always knew mine

You were always moving around
From one city to another
But there was always a way
To reach you in the summer

My letters have piled up
Addressed in your name
But they will not be mailed
With me, they will remain

I'd give you the letters
But where you stay has no address
Unless tombstones have numbers
But the rain would make the writing quite a mess

So I'll hold them for you
Until we meet again
Where the gold gate opens
Carrying the address of Heaven