My Sweet Angel

Those summer days when we used to walk on those fields

You carrying me in your arms was one of the best things

Holding my hand as we walk the barren streets

Of the town between those hills

As we used to sit on the porch of our house you used to talk about things that makes me happy now

We used to sit on the car you used to play those old songs loud i hate them But i understand them now

That you can't live forever but you live in our hearts

My sweet angel

Those winter nights when we used to wait for you

To come back from the job you always hate