God was recruiting angels;
How unfortunate for me.
He chose a child of my breast;
And set his spirit free.
He walks now, with the angels;
In God's kingdom; he now roams.
He walks now with the angels;
Heaven above; he now calls home.
I'll shed no tears of sadness;
For this child; God took from me.
He walks now; with the angels;
His heavenly face; someday I'll see......

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