Pieces of Heaven - Jim White

Things that you know

Places you won’t go

Faces where you see

Traces of yourself

Ooh, life’s a big mystery

In the puzzle of history

I see pieces of heaven

In photographs of you and me

Over mountains so high

Through shadows below

The dreams you will dream

The love you will show

In the dust storm of memories

Of triumphs and tragedies

I see pieces of heaven

In photographs of you and me

From before you were born

Till you’re old as sin

Your wild oats strewn

Across the fields of time

My one prayer will always be

That some day you like me

I see pieces of heaven

In photographs of you and me

Photographs of you and me