WHERE ANGELS FELL
The angels sang with glee for me
The day God gave you life.
A very special boy you'd be
For both me and my wife.
At age 18, there came a note
that called you off to war.
They said you would be infantry;
Our hearts broke to the core.
A place they called Viet Nam,
A place so far away.
We prayed each day our angel
Would be safe along his way.
The fire fight began for you
Just like the day before.
You had no way of knowing
Just what would lie in store.
The bullets flew;
The fires raged...
My angel fell
With pride
You didn't die alone that day,
Your Brothers came for thee.
They pinned your angel wings on you
and said, "Come follow me."
You're still my little angel;
You're still my little boy.
Now you sit with God above
Your job, watch over me.