Church bells ring, but I can't sing
The doors open up, and candles light up.
Angels apear with her at arms
they tell me not to cry, for I am loved.
They hold their hands for me to take
they say and I pray, I see them again some day.
I hope and wish, for a father above
to tell me, that I am loved.
I refuse to ever be, I refuse to ever go
for she is not there, she had left me to go home.
A place of peace, with no pain or grief
with husbans and granfaders,
that used to love me.
If I do go, to that kindom above,
were angels sing and I am loved,
I hope I leave on a sunny day,
like she did when she was taken away.
