Lyrics

HEAVEN?S DOOR
© 2005 Eric Rafoth

As I look back on the years
When I tried to please them all
Standing next to them
Made me feel so small
Power, fame, and money
Is what you're, measured by
So little of each of those made wonder why

Well so much time has passed me now
I?ve come to realize
It only matters how you measure up
In one man's eyes
If you can go to sleep at night
Knowing that you've done your best
Not much more that you can do
So lay your head to rest


You see a good man isn't measured
By the clothes that he wears
His credit cards and bank accounts
Can't you see that no one cares
A good husband, father, friend and brother
What more can you ask for
That's the measure of success
At heaven's door
That's the measure of success
When you stand at heaven's door

So won't you stop this crazy game boy
There?s no prize you'll see
But love and to be loved is all you really need
A rich man loves his dollars,
His power and his fame
But when he's standing all along
He's got no one else to blame

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