Dear Mr. Clapton,

I have learned of your loss.

Tears in heaven,

It’s a beautiful song.



I know your bleeding

Won’t cease with my words.

They’re just a cool drink

To help you along.



Through Saturdays with no noise,

Baseballs and untouched toys.

They leave an empty feeling in your soul.



He is in heaven’s scar.

There are no tears up there, cuz,

Jesus loves children more than we will ever know.

He loves those children more than we will ever know.



Dear Mr. Clapton,

You are not without hope.

Door to heaven

lies beyond the grave



If you would only

believe as a chant,

someday this pain

will be washed away.



Of, memories of holidays,

That small angelic face.

They leave an empty feeling in your soul.



CHORUS



Dear Mr. Clapton,

I have learned of your love