Why don't you,

"Meet me in heaven"
The song haunts the insides of my heart and soul as I zombie through the various airports and security check points.
I don't want to leave, not ready yet. No desire to face "home" life.
"America isn't home..." I whine to my heavenly Father as my eyes start to blur once again.
"No, but neither is Sierra Leone..." He rebuttals, with a firm, yet gentle tone.
"Heaven is our goal, save every soul"
Heaven, no more sea, no more separation - from God or from fellow man. A place where we can all join together, sing and worship. Goodbyes will be no more, and "see you later"'s more certain and filled more quickly.
"Pray that we all will be there..."