• The rain pours down,
    as I stand in the grass,
    my head raised to the skys
    my arms spread like wings.
    The minutes pass,
    the tears run down,
    I am lost,
    lost in the memories of her.
    I sink to the grass,
    hugging myself,
    crying harder.
    Does she know?
    Is she watching?
    I wonder why,
    He took her from me,
    took her from us,
    me and my family.
    The rain fades,
    the thunder grows quieter,
    the lightning stops flashing in the sky.
    A single star rises in the Heavens,
    and now I know.
    she was so wonderful,
    our Lord wanted her,
    for his own family,
    His choir of angels.