We must never ask why,
God gave her wings to fly.
She is our angel above,
Showering us with her love.
So try not to cry,
For the angel that is up high.
She is in a better place,
With a smile across her face.
We will think of her often,
The angel god had not forgotten.
Her wings are shiny like gold,
Close to those arms she used to hold.
As time will come to pass,
We will look up at god and ask,
"Is our angel safe,
Is there a smile upon her face?"
The answer will be sunshine,
His answer for, "she is fine."
At that, let us wipe our eyes,
And look up to the sky as she flies.
No more will we ask, "why her?"
We know the answer that is for sure.
God had found an angel he'd forgotten,
So let us think of her often.
We must never ask why,
God gave her wings to fly.
She is our angel above,
Showering us with her love.
So try not to cry,
For the angel that is up high.
She is in a better place,
With a smile across her face.
We will think of her often,
The angel god had not forgotten.
Her wings are shiny like gold,
Close to those arms she used to hold.
As time will come to pass,
We will look up at god and ask,
"Is our angel safe,
Is there a smile upon her face?"
The answer will be sunshine,
His answer for, "she is fine."
At that, let us wipe our eyes,
And look up to the sky as she flies.
No more will we ask, "why her?"
We know the answer that is for sure.
God had found an angel he'd forgotten,
So let us think of her often.