As we bow our heads to pray
You will be missed everyday

I guess you were called by someone above.
Heaven. That's what it was.

You are going to be in a bette place, But we will never forget you face

Oh Papa, Oh Papa, I wish you could stay,
But I guess it's your special day.

I think of all the good time we had And never the bad.

At least we know you're in no more pain. But it just won't be the
same

As we bow our heads to pray,
You will be missed everyday



This was written by my cousin Giselle Donaldson
 
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