There's a feeling I get when I look to the sky As if someone is watching, Someone hears every word. We are filled with regrets, it was such a short time, But we told Him we loved you, hoping somehow He heard. We hoped He heard... You were with us for a while and He took you, and He made your mama cry. I can see it in her eyes, there's a question as to why. And after all this time still I find that I'm without an answer. Good Bye. Bye love.