I hope that you aren't lonely,
and I hope that you don't cry,
and I hope that you aren't sad when
you are watching from your sky.

I hope your days in heaven,
are greater than mine are,
and that when darkness comes
the sky is clear to see the stars.

I hope that rain falls softly,
and the day sky is soft and blue,
because it's the least you deserve,
after how they've taken you.

Here, the days are cold and lonely,
and the nights just last too long,
and the clouds won't let me see you,
and rain falls hard and strong.

I know one day we'll see you,
and I hope you'll understand,
that we had to stay behind until
we could bear to hold your hand.

For to touch an angel's fingers,
and to feel an angel's light,
is too much for the godless heart
and for the godless sight.