You and I had talked how this day would come
The bus with your siblings would be too much fun.
It was Kindergarten, it would be so great
But the Heavens opened, God couldn't wait.
So I find myself sitting with your backpack and shirt
Unable to shoulder the surmounting hurt.
I miss you my girl because in Heaven you'll stay
Learning from the angels, you'll be my teacher one day.
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