Sweet Song Fir the Angels

I watch the clouds Curling in the sky Taking on new shapes Reflecting on my eyes. I smile, feel the wind, pass on through me, It's gonna take me away Carry me out to sea. You're laying next to me, You will not get up. I sit and pet your hair, Your eyes are shut. I wish they would open But you're far off gone. I wish you could see this, See my sweet song. Maybe if it's loud, And flys on up there, Maybe you can hear it, Where the angels sit and stare.