My mother said heaven was a place called beautiful.
She died in the spring of a disease.
My father, he thought it'd be better to move to the country,
I thought it'd be easier there to stay unnoticed.
I started school, but never really started.
I missed my mother, and the place she got to go.
I guess the world around me just seemed to disappear.
My father never noticed me change.
"And mother", I whispered," take me to that heaven."
I knew she heard me, she was my angel.
The spring will come again, and I will leave my father,
But my mother will understand.
I will be happy.
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