My Angel, My Muse. Deep in the night when you lie in your bed wondering at shadows up over your head and you pull those soft white sheets to your eyes do you whisper to God and ask Him why? Why is she gone and why did she go? you want to know and you want Him to show you a reason. So pray as fast as you can. But unanswered prayers are a part of the Plan. But when you ask why and your eyes start to cry and you feel so sad that you think you might die, listen. Because He will tell you. And cherubs' wings hug and hold you snug as they sing a song so sweet like sirens of lore as you slip into dreams of what was before. And then you will see her far away in her bed where she has the covers pulled up over her head and she's asking God why as her eyes fill with tears and she shakes with the fears that nobody hears her when she asks why and her eyes start to cry and she feels so lonely she thinks she might die, she listens. And He tells her. And angels' wings hug and hold her snug as they sing a song so sweet like sirens of lore as she slips into dreams of what was before. And she sees the little girl far away in her bed with the covers pulled up around her head and she smiles through the pain when He answers 'you will be together again.' ~Christy Hughes ________________________________ Im sorry about all this depressing stuff, but it really sums up everything to me and i couldn't help but share it with anyone who is bothering to read this.