The crowd cheers for me. My short songs heal their wounded hearts. I have no idea why I ended up in this position. Playing tunes for the dead in heaven. I died, yes I do know. But I do not belong in heaven. I belong in between heaven and hell. Looming there for eternity. I died from a sickness peacefully at home. I didn't deserve it. My songs are a lie, my songs are sins. My songs are about inner love and peace of mind. I do not have either.

 

"Heavenly father has words of wisdom to sprinkle upon us." 

As God steps on his podium he smiles down at the spirits below him. He points at me while closing his eyes. 

"You think that you are not worthy of my love, or any love." I nodded. " Everyone is worthy of love do not tell yourself you are not. You have lived a hard life, but till the end you dedicated your life to humanity. You've donated all of your money to children's hospitals before you breathed your last breath." I nodded. 

" You may look down and see how many lives you've saved. You cannot tell me you are not worthy of love." 

I looked down and saw children smiling leaving the hospital. I realized, maybe I am worthy.