I sat at the devil\'s table with spoons I could not hold

The handles were longer than I could reach

The food was getting cold

I could see my neighbor sitting across from me

She was having the very same problem

Her mouth she could not feed

In the middle of this misery, a thought came to my head

Something I heard so long ago, a prophet must have said

\"Heaven is not a place you go when you take your final breath.

It\'s not something that you believe in.

It\'s a different kind of death.

It\'s when you know the past is gone

And the future\'s yet to be.

You surrender to the moment and your heart is truly free.\"

I looked at my neighbor

She looked back at me

We slowly turned our spoons around and we helped each other eat

The devil wiped a tear away, the first he ever cried

He got up from the table and he made his way outside

To a lonely weeping willow tree where buried in the ground

Was the heart that he\'d forgotten

What\'s lost had now been found

He held it like a baby and he watched his wings appear

He\'d always been an angel living in a house of fear

We looked out the window and we watched him fly away

I wonder if that old devil knew he\'d find his heart someday

I found my heart that day.