A gentle wind blew across the land reaching out to take a hand for on the winds the angels came calling out a mother's name, Left behind, were the children's tears leaving loving memories of the years of joy and love, a life well spent and now to god a mother is sent, On angel's wings, she took a heavenly flight those children's arms wanted to hold her tight, They cried and cried till they could cry no more as she took her journey home, towards god's door, The children still see her every night they hold on to memories in their dreams so tight the children will never ever forget the love which they had from their beautiful mother who watches them from up above.