Heavens Gate

I remember when he was a baby, and I held him when he cried.
Now I have to face the worst, my baby has died.
God has called him home, I'll never understand why.
His life on earth is gone, all I can do is cry.
He lived only eleven years, and everyday he gave me joy.
An angel even on earth, my sweet little boy.
He had a pain deep in his heart, one he could no longer endure.
So he chose to say goodbye, I ache now for his heart so pure.
I was proud of him in his life, and will remain in his death.
Imagine the courage it would take, to cause your own last breath.
I'm left behind here now, never to understand.
I believe he flies in Heaven, I've put my baby in Gods hands.
He once was mine but now is yours, keep him warm and safe.
Please have him wait for me, and I shall meet him at Heavens Gate.

Karen Rousseau