I remember as a wee small child
Going into a local phamacy
The fragrance of the whole place then
Was so clean so fresh so very wonderful to me
As if my lungs could breath with pleasure
That there was a cure for all on earth
A feeling as if ones soul was home
To survive and live with worth
It kind of was like that it's true
When I once died and had an nde
I never wanted to leave that place
They said it was not my time you see
I spoke there with my own father
There was others that I knew
We will be here when you arrive
And we will be waiting here for you
Regardless of the multidudes
Hanging onto mans words of after this
They knew not then of what they said
They spoke with words of hope's own bliss
But when one has been there
And saw and spoke as well
And heard a voice so powerful saying
He must go back it's not his time I tell.