My angels crib was next to my bed
I was so young I had just turned
eighteen
He was so beautiful from his toes to his
head
That little angel was the best little baby I had
ever seen
Taking care of this little angel was a
pleasure
Every day I would hold him I knew he was a
treasure
I had never even heard the word crib
death
My little angel was with me for
twenty eight days
I will never forget waking up early one
morning to
Find he had been taken away by the angel
of death
It helps me to think God had loaned him to
me for
twenty eight days
He is the little angel that is the brightest
star
When I look in the skies I can see he is not gone
very far