My dear, my angel, my hero.
God called you to his palace.
Into his arms you went.
Flying off into heaven.
Away from all of us here.
Although it will always be hard,
life will go on.
I almost wish it wouldn't.
Because I still believe it's not fair.
The beautiful little angel I knew so well,
was whisked away up to the heavens.
I still can't believe,
That waking up every morning,
I have to still realize, that you aren't waking up.
And you haven't since that terrible Thursday.
My hero, you still are, and always shall be.
Every day I cry for the life not lived.
Every day I weep for the smile not seen.
Every day I dwell
on the horrible fact I haven't yet gotten through my brain
that you, beautiful girl, are gone.
I miss you
