Being in your own world,
In a little ball you curled.
Broken is your heart,
...
The child is so innocent looking into space,
She is the picture so full of grace.
She has short blonde curly hair,
...
Passing With The Angel
Being in your own world,
In a little ball you curled.
Broken is your heart,
Now it don't want to start.
In your mind it ran,
That wasn't the plan.
No more are you afraid,
As your life started to fade.
The angels hand you felt,
Beside you she knelt.
You will be Gods to keep,
Now it's time for you to sleep.
Over your body goes her wings,
Lifting you to Heaven as she sings.