His eyes are Hazel, what color were yours?
My eyes are green, tell me what color were yours?
His hands were made for music, mine were made for the pencil and pad, were yours too small?
Everyday he asked me, what is your wish? You look weak and frail, young and pale, let me care for you.
We thought it was me, for you could it not possibly be
My heart is broken, why did yours stop?
How could we have known, you were ready to drop?


He stood by my bedside loving you and I so, the greif he would feel he did not know
Dizzy and faint, the blood did not sustain, Ka'eth I said, I am so afraid..
Angels fall, ran through my head, too bad you were already dead.
Heavier and heavier, cold and desolate inside...
This morning I nearly bled to my death, my body threatened to put me to rest
A whisper said, do not fear, the splendor of heaven is near
It is certainly not your time Mother
The father of the whispering spirit embraced my hand
His face quite distraught, did I even notice?

He heard the kindly doctor say, after the medics rushed me away, today is the day, your procedure is through,

Your angel just flew away, I am sorry to say this to you

He has a gentle heart, I cannot doubt you would have one too
Mama and daddy say I love you, and bid you adieu