Disclaimer-I don't own any of it. The song belongs to Eric Clapton and the
movie belongs to Disney.
Sara wiped the tears off her face and thought about what she had lost. She wandered where he was. He was dead, she knew that much, she had held him in her arms as he took his last breath...but where does a soul really go when they die. Is it heaven...hell...purgatory? She sometimes closed her eyes and imagined she was with him...wherever that was. But would he feel the same about her there as he had here? Would he know her name, would he care about her? She knew she had to be strong and carry on for her unborn baby. His baby.
'Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven?
Would you feel the same
If I saw you in heaven?
I must be strong and carry on
'cause I know I don't belong here in heaven...'
She wandered if he could still feel how much she always would love him. Sometimes it made her feel like she still needed him to help her stand up when she fell or hold her hand when she felt lost or alone. She knew if she could see him again, she'd go through anything...night or day...heaven or hell...anything for him. But she was quite aware that she didn't belong with him anymore.
'Would you hold my hand
If I saw you in heaven?
Would you help me stand
If I saw you in heaven?
I'll find my way through night and day
'cause I know I just can't stay here in heaven...'
She dropped to her knees beside the window and clutched the knife in her hand even harder. The knife that killed him. The knife that had broken her heart, kept her on her knees constantly...begging for him to come back. For her to wake up and find out that it was all a dream. She knew time would never heal her.
'Time can bring you down, time can bend your knees
Time can break your heart, have you begging please...begging please'
Sara stood up. She understood that when she was able to cope with it, she would have opened a door...there was peace of mind behind that door. Peace of mind that she was in heavy need of. She knew then, that when she imagined being with him...there would be no more tears in heaven.
'Beyond the door there's peace I'm sure
And I know there'll be no more tears in heaven...'
She closed her eyes and dropped the knife onto the bed, tears on her cheeks. She knew he would have known who she was if he saw her. Her name. She knew very well how she felt about him. Exactly the same as she always had. She had to carry on for her baby...Spot's baby, because where he was...she didn't belong yet.
'Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven?
Would you feel the same
If I saw you in heaven?
I must be strong and carry on
'cause I know I don't belong here in heaven...'
Sara wiped the tears off her face and thought about what she had lost. She wandered where he was. He was dead, she knew that much, she had held him in her arms as he took his last breath...but where does a soul really go when they die. Is it heaven...hell...purgatory? She sometimes closed her eyes and imagined she was with him...wherever that was. But would he feel the same about her there as he had here? Would he know her name, would he care about her? She knew she had to be strong and carry on for her unborn baby. His baby.
'Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven?
Would you feel the same
If I saw you in heaven?
I must be strong and carry on
'cause I know I don't belong here in heaven...'
She wandered if he could still feel how much she always would love him. Sometimes it made her feel like she still needed him to help her stand up when she fell or hold her hand when she felt lost or alone. She knew if she could see him again, she'd go through anything...night or day...heaven or hell...anything for him. But she was quite aware that she didn't belong with him anymore.
'Would you hold my hand
If I saw you in heaven?
Would you help me stand
If I saw you in heaven?
I'll find my way through night and day
'cause I know I just can't stay here in heaven...'
She dropped to her knees beside the window and clutched the knife in her hand even harder. The knife that killed him. The knife that had broken her heart, kept her on her knees constantly...begging for him to come back. For her to wake up and find out that it was all a dream. She knew time would never heal her.
'Time can bring you down, time can bend your knees
Time can break your heart, have you begging please...begging please'
Sara stood up. She understood that when she was able to cope with it, she would have opened a door...there was peace of mind behind that door. Peace of mind that she was in heavy need of. She knew then, that when she imagined being with him...there would be no more tears in heaven.
'Beyond the door there's peace I'm sure
And I know there'll be no more tears in heaven...'
She closed her eyes and dropped the knife onto the bed, tears on her cheeks. She knew he would have known who she was if he saw her. Her name. She knew very well how she felt about him. Exactly the same as she always had. She had to carry on for her baby...Spot's baby, because where he was...she didn't belong yet.
'Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven?
Would you feel the same
If I saw you in heaven?
I must be strong and carry on
'cause I know I don't belong here in heaven...'