She stood there like an Angel

Wind in her sails, wind in the air

To blow away some given day

But still now, they make her stay

So she changed her sail to an umbrella

Surely no one was a clever fella

To the field she went instead

No more oceans or sea beds

There she stood like an Angel

Wind in the air, catching her umbrella

Up and away she would fly

No more having to say good bye

A new home of light and roads of gold

A place she’d surely never grow old

Peace forever and all new faces

A place not ready until she ages

Up she rises from the ground

Her head hurting with a pound

There where no roads paved with gold

Just the field and an umbrellas to hold