I often wonder do i have your eyes?
Maybe if you were here there wouldn't be painful cries.
I have been told your story,
How you made it to Glory.
On that dark and dreary night,
That drunk driver didn't have you in sight.
You were only thirty- two.
You left your family feeling so blue.
Now time has turned bad.
Tell me Grandma does that make you sad?
Everytime the rain falls,
i believe i can here your weaping calls.
Everytime i look at the sky,
I know you are sitting on high.
When you look down.
The pain gives you a frown.
You ask God why?
"Why did i have to go and die"?
"My family needs me".
"Please God can't you see".
God took you by the hand and said
"I have this all in my plan.