You just got here and now I find
you're gone again, thought I lost my mind.
You were an angel with hair so fine
eyes so dark like a good wine.
But God had plans he needs you home
and now you are free your spirit to roam.
When you were little you said "I want to go to the moon"
but He had other plans, now you're gone too soon.
Each day I arise I don't understand
until God reaches down and lends me His hand.
I'll never know why but I know I'll soon see
united in Heaven just you and me.
Written by Debi Fisher
August 18 2003