He was born into the arms of an angel,
His first cries echoing through the stars.
He will take his first steps in the clouds,
but his footprints will be in my heart.
He comes to me in the middle of the moments,
when the tears are not shy and my heart is open wide.
He let’s me know that I will never be alone again,
when the wind whispers and heaven’s tears fall upon my cheeks.
He is my baby even though he is not here,
and I am his mother, I am the mother of an angel.