Is there football in Heaven?
A little boy cries out in pain,
My daddy loved to play,
Before he was taken away,
Daddy would hold me tight,
As we watched the games into the night,
Tears fall from his big blue eyes,
As he remembers his daddy,
And asks the question why?
Why did Daddy have to go away?
Why can we no longer play?
Sammy has his daddy, and
Billie has his too,
He watches as they played,
Father and son, as they hold their little ones,
His little tears slowly fell down his face,
He turns around and looks...
An empty chair, no one in itís place,
The little boy closes his eyes,
Wiping away his last tear,
He looks up and prays, please
Let there be football in Heaven...