what they didn't see It wasn't meant to happen
It wasn't meant to be
Of course the fact it happened
Was all that they could see

No one saw the angel
Who looked at her and said:
"Take my hand, young girl."
As the soul lifted her head.

All they saw was death
Tugging at her hair
All they heard was screaming
People crying, "It's not fair!"

No one heard her laughing
From the angel and hers play.
All they knew was she was gone
On that very dreadful day.

They stood around her casket
And wept as well as cried.
Instead of thinking she was happy,
They only knew she died.

She plays today with flowers
In meadows big and small
While on earth they just remember
The death that killed them all.