I'd Like To Think That I Might Get To Heaven

I'd like to think
That I might get to Heaven;
That there was enough good in me
To slip throught without a pass.

I do things that are bad,
But always with a reason,
Instead of an excuse.
Sometimes reasons are the best excuses.

I'd like to have rich experiences
And many loves
And many friends before I die.
The truth is I've not experienced much,
I have one love
And few friends.

My few friends have many wounds
That I wish I could heal
With words flying from my mouth
Like doves.
But all I can do
Is hold them while they bleed.

I'd like to think these things don't matter:
Heaven, reasons, excuses, experiences,
Loves, friends, wounds, words-
But they do.
I have yet to figure out
How to forget about them.

I'd like to think that I might get to Heaven.
Please
Give me a call
If you should find yourself bleeding
And wanting someone to hold you.