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 An ger ly, shot sweet young wom an, daugh then ask ter, in’ wife and moth er, makes Emp ty no with 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 An ger ly, shot straight at God, an, daugh then ask ter, in’ for His love.

er, makes Emp ty no with 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.”