Who In Heaven Gave the Order

She was born on time On a bright warm summers day Both perfect in every conceivable way We had been tipped off she would be she and not he So we had prepared in pink entirely Her life stretched before her Like a highway to the stars Endless possibilities represented by Countless passing cars The news we got was devastating Tore us apart, crushed us to our very souls Those words each one a bullet Left us full of bullet holes Who in heaven gave the order That our perfect child must die I look into your empty playroom Through a tear-drop in my eye