My angels*

by blÃœE E¥ëd tëärs   Mar 12, 2005


My angels up above me
with them i cannot be
at such a young age
god turned the page
and sent yous to heaven
few hours before seven
one near eleven
such tragedies
but only god sees
the tears we cry
it seems like yesterday
when there you were
standing in front of me
but then it can be
getting the phone call your dead
into heaven your led
then six months later
there goes another
with an upset mother
i remember the phone call
to my knees i fall
how i remember Liz clearly
talking to me
and i remember Nicole faintly
on the phone with Brittany
feeling so bad
at the same time sad
my sisters best friends gone
but yet waking to another dawn
i don't know how she did it
so to my angels above me
with you we can't be
but one day
i promise we'll meet again

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