Tiny Angel Wing...

On a shaded early morning 
In the middle of the Spring 
I was lying in the darkness
 And I didn't hear a thing. 

When I felt a gentle whisper
 Brush against my hair, 
And I turned to find out what it was 
But there was nothing there. 

So I lay there gently drifting
 Waiting for the break of day 
And I didn't know that in the night 
You had gone away. 

The sun was braking through the shade
When I awoke to see 
A glowing mist above my bed 
That seemed to speak to me. 

Not In words but in a way
 That made me understand
 That the gentle whisper in my hair
 Had been your loving hand.

 The room grew warm and I could smell
 Your sweetness fill the air
 And once again I felt
Your loving hand brush through my hair

, I rose to make my morning cup
 And walking past your door
 I noticed something odd and strange 
Had fallen to the floor. 

I picked it up and then I glanced
 Into your room to see 
You sleeping very peacefully
 And didn't notice me.

I walked downstairs into the light
 Was then I knew this thing 
That I had picked up from the floor
 Was a tiny angel wing.

 I opened up the window blinds
And stretched across the sky
 Was a rainbow and I knew
 That you were telling me goodbye.

I ran back to your room 
And in the brightness of the day 
I realized that the angels came 
And carried you away.

 Although I was not with you
When you journeyed toward the light 
I'll always know you came to say 
Goodbye to me that night.

 So now your gone and in your room 
I haven't change a thing 
But on your pillow I have placed
 That Tiny Angel Wing.