I woke up this morning went to pick up the mail. a routine that I always do probably find bills and catalogues, full of junk I'd never use as I reached in the box, I felt a sensation I didn't know what it could be then I pulled out a card and looked at the postmark it said p.o. cloud 23 dear mommy and daddy, I asked god if he'd let me write a letter to you he said he felt bad about all of the sad things he was permitted to do so he took me to peter and he asked him to help me 'cause I was too young to write words so I climbed on his lap and I leaned over to hear him and this is what st. peter heard don't you worry, don't you cry, don't waste the energy wondering why the reasons are clear, safer here in paradise each morning I wake up and the sun it shines brightly and me and the other kids play we eat lots of pretzels and watch lots of barney and sing-along songs all the day and at night before bedtime I go visit grandpa who reads me a story or two then I gather my blanket and lay off to slumber and dream about daddy and you don't you worry, don't you cry, don't waste the energy wondering why the reasons are clear, safer here in paradise I've got to get going st. peter is calling he's gotten a job for me he says katy you make sure the stars are all lined up and twinkling as bright as can be so take comfort together that I'm doing fine just lay your tears down to rest my spirit is there and I'll always be with you remembering two years the best don't you worry, don't you cry, don't waste the energy wondering why the reasons are clear, safer here in paradise