In a garden full of flowers

Are roses in a million colors

You look at them, names are written on

And quick, you pick one

Why did you take this one?

Because it is the most beautiful one

People just like flowers are chosen

Chosen to stay or chosen to be taken

And because the prettiest flowers die first

She was gone as her heart stopped, and it still hurts

Good woman, good wife, good mother

I only wish I could know her

We cry as our pretty flower dies

Like my father, you sparkle

And from beyond the heavenly skies

You are our guardian angel