The death of a child is a mysterious thing,
Something he doesn't understand.
Was it an accident,
Or was it a plan?
Children are on of the few things that have in life,
That the joy they give them outweighs the pain.
Their bearing is even greater
Than the rose sleeping with dew after a warm spring rain.
Why Love would take such an innocent person,
He doesn't understand.
But one thing he does know,
Is when you say the name "Kristen,"
An angel in Heaven will answer.