Why did she have to go

She was too young to go

A daughter

A mother

A best friend

Now she is gone

And I'm left with wondering why

Giving anything to have gone

Instead I'm sitting here wondering why.

She was my world for so long

It was me and her against the world.

She was all I had for so long

She was my world, and I was her world.

But she is gone now

And I am trying to go on

She is up in heaven with angels now

And, I just don't know how I am going to go on.