We’ll Meet Again in Heaven

北美仙人掌🌵

再会在天堂

Dedicated to all the parents who have departed this world

We’ll Meet Again in Heaven

Goodbye, My Parents

再会在天堂

Lyrics／北美仙人掌

Verse 1

Your coat still hangs beside the door,
Your footsteps cross the hall no more.
Two cups remain upon the tray;
One has slowly turned cold today.

Your hands once held me when I cried,
Your voice was always by my side.
You taught me how to walk alone—
But never how to live without home.

Pre-Chorus

I saved “I love you” for someday,
Believing time would stop and wait.
Now every word I meant to say
Has turned into a prayer today.

Chorus

We’ll meet again in Heaven,
Where no one says goodbye.
You’ll be waiting by the doorway
In the soft and endless light.

I’ll hear you call me home again,
And into your arms I’ll run.
This farewell is only for a little while—
We’ll meet again in Heaven.

Verse 2

Across the world, the same tears fall
In quiet rooms and empty halls.
A mother’s chair, a father’s coat—
The smallest things still keep them close.

Some children still can make the call,
Can hear their parents’ voices now.
So tell them while they still can hear:
“I love you, and I need you near.”

Pre-Chorus

We spend our years in distant lands,
Then long once more for childhood hands.
No matter where our footsteps roam,
A parent’s love remains our home.

Chorus

We’ll meet again in Heaven,
Where no one says goodbye.
You’ll be waiting by the doorway
In the soft and endless light.

I’ll hear you call me home again,
And into your arms I’ll run.
This farewell is only for a little while—
We’ll meet again in Heaven.

Bridge

If I could have one ordinary day,
I wouldn’t ask for riches or fame.
I’d make the tea and pull up your chair;
I’d say every word while you were there.

“Thank you for the years you gave,
For every sacrifice you made.
Whatever good still lives in me
Began with how you loved me.”

So leave one small light by the door;
Someday I’ll walk that path once more.
Beyond the stars, beyond the blue,
That shining road will lead to you.

Final Chorus

We’ll meet again in Heaven,
Where every tear has dried.
There’ll be no empty rooms between us,
No final goodbye.

You’ll call me by my childhood name,
And into your arms I’ll run.
All the years apart will fade away—
We’ll meet again in Heaven.

We’ll meet again in Heaven,
Where love is never gone.
You’ll be standing in the doorway
Like you’ve waited all along.

I’ll hold the hands that carried me
And be your child again.
This farewell is only for a little while—
We’ll meet again in Heaven.

Outro

Goodbye for now, my mother.
Goodbye for now, my father.
Rest where pain can touch you no more.

Keep one small light beside the door;
I know I’ll find my way once more.

This is not the end of us—
Only time between us.

Wait for me.
I’ll come home.

We’ll meet again
In Heaven.

Afterword

Writing We’ll Meet Again in Heaven was not an attempt to make sorrow linger any longer. It was an effort to find a place for all the words we never had the chance to finish saying.

When our parents are still with us, we always assume there will be plenty of time. A phone call can wait until tomorrow, a meal can be shared another day, and the words “I love you” can be spoken when the moment feels more suitable. We are busy growing up, traveling far from home, and chasing after life, yet we rarely notice that our father’s steps are growing slower, our mother’s hair is turning whiter, and the door they opened for us will not remain waiting forever.

Then one day, familiar voices fade into silence. The clothes by the doorway are no longer worn, and the tea on the table slowly grows cold. Only then do we understand that the deepest regrets in life are often not that we failed to love, but that we loved so deeply and spoke too late.

And so, I choose to believe that parting is not the final punctuation mark of life. The kindness, courage, and warmth our parents gave us have already entered our very being, becoming part of the way we treat others and live in the world. As long as we remember their words and pass their love on to the next generation, they have never truly left us.

Perhaps, at the end of the road through this earthly life, there really is a path bathed in morning light. Beyond it stands a home with its lights glowing. Our father and mother are waiting in the bright hallway, still carrying the gentle expressions we remember. When we have completed our own journeys, they will call us once more by the childhood names they gave us and open their arms with a smile.

Then every missed embrace will finally reach us, and every unfinished word can be spoken at last. We will sit again around that old table, brew a pot of hot tea, and share an ordinary home-cooked meal, talking from dusk until dawn.

May those whose parents are still with them speak their love today and cherish their time together in the present. May those who have already lost their parents find comfort in their memories. This farewell in the human world is not the end of love.

Until we meet again—
in Heaven.