I'm not schizophrenic... Spirits of dead children talk to me. They chose me to talk to. They chose me to help them deal with their deaths and move on. They linger in the shadows but I hear them. They're scared. They need someone they can relate to. Older spirits scare them. They scare me too. They tell me there's danger... they tell me to run. I see heaven and I'm knocking on heavens door. There is a heaven apparently... They say there's a heaven. I can't believe it there's a heaven.... there's a heaven...