Your name inscripted in our heads
Your face we could imagine
All our time our thoughts of you
Why did this have to happen?
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Born in Altnagelvin hospital in Derry in April 1987 to Ann and John OKane, living in Strathfoyle until the age of four, then place in fostercare in Strabane until the age of 18)
We Never Even Met
Your name inscripted in our heads
Your face we could imagine
All our time our thoughts of you
Why did this have to happen?
They say that times a healer
But that I cant see yet
How can they say that it will pass
When we never even met
Now each night when Im in bed
My thoughts they turn to you
So many questions how and why
Things happen like they do
Sleep easy little angel
Rest now little child
For we will meet again sweet one
And end the worries in my mind