Why did she have to go?

So young, I just don’t know why things hap pen half the time with out rea son, with out rhyme.

Love ger ly, sweet young wom an, daugh ask ter, wife and moth er, makes ty no sense to me.

I just have to be lieve she flew up to heav en on the wings of an gels by the clouds and stars and past where (C)no one sees.

And she walks with Je sus and her loved ones wait ing, and I know she’s smil in’, say in’, “Don’t wor ry ’bout (F)me.”

Loved ones she left be hind just try in’ to sur vive why and un der stand the why, feel out in’ so lost in side.

Love ger ly, straight at God, an, daugh ask ter, for His love.

er, makes ty no dis be lief, just hop in’ that may be she flew up to heav en on the wings of an gels by the clouds and stars and past where (C)no one sees.

And she walks with Je sus and her loved ones wait ing, and I know she’s smil in’, say in’, “Don’t wor ry ’bout (F)me.”

(F)me.”

It’s hard to say good bye.

Her pic ture in my mind will al ways be of times I’ll (C)cher ish.

And I won’t cry ’cause she (F)me.

Don’t wor ry ’bout (F)me.

Don’t wor ry ’bout (F)me.”