I wonder if the place where my mom is, is as beautiful as the stars in the sky on a cool summer night or the rain on my window pane.
I wonder if it's as peaceul as a Sunday morning drive or is it better than being alive?
I ask God everyday why someone so precious to me was taken away.
His reply was she deserves better, nothing of this word can cure her.
She needs my love, my touch.. and to me nothing mattered so much.
I know it's helpless to worry and she deserves more than the sun, more than the sea, that woman means the world to me.
Heavens better than earth and that's where she'll be, at those pearly gates waiting for me.