TO DIE SO YOUNG , IT CAN'T BE RIGHT
THE PAIN AND ANGER, I TRY TO FIGHT.
THESE TEARS THAT RUN, I SHED FOR YOU,
PLEASE TELL ME LORD ,IT ISN'T TRUE
THE GENTLEST EYES, I'VE EVER SEEN
WE'LL NEVER KNOW, WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN.
BUT THIS I SAY, AND KNOW IT'S TRUE,
THERE NEVER WAS ANOTHER YOU.
IN SWEETEST DREAMS, WITH MUM AT HAND,
YOUR JOURNEYS NOW, THE PROMISED LAND.
THE PAIN HAS GONE, YOUR RUNNING FREE,
PLEASE BE KIND,AND WAIT FOR ME.
MUM. (Isabelle Nichol).