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She knelt with the flowers in her hand;
In front of the cross by the highway;
The grief made it hard to stand;
She didn't know what to say;

He was her little boy;
Her angel sent from heaven;
He'd filled her with joy;
How could he be gone, he was only ten;

But, inside, at her very core;
As she knelt against the stone;
She knew God needed him more;
She knew he had gone home.