There is a place where Heaven meets land
I used to find you there wearing a blanket of red
Wrapped up in silence, woven from past
grandmother’s stitches gave you peace at last
Woken at midnight I stumbled through dreams
once scared and shaken,
you sewed back my seams
Holding me closely singing Blinken and Nod
I asked what you were doing
you said talking to God
The stories you played with me,
all fun and games
while you wrestled with demons,
you never told me their names
The lessons you taught me,
I still hold today
when looking for answers,
go to the infinite way
The shadows they danced on history’s wall
but you stopped the cycle,
they never touched me at all
So please when you speak to God,
while on your bed
give him my thanks,
from your blanket of Red
blanket of Red...