My sister Margaret has gone to live in the sky, leaving behind her family to cry.
She’s gone forever, never to be seen again, but I'm happy knowing she's out of pain.
She’s out of sight, not out of mind; how can she be? She was one of a kind.
Cancer took my sister last week; she used to be strong, but it made her weak.
Looking back on the good times we had made me cry, and I felt sad.
She was always there for me, but I had to say goodbye and set her free.
I sit and daze and wonder why she had to leave; she had to die.
I’ve asked the Lord to take care of my sister and give her our love from her children, my mother,
father, and brother.
I stand alone and look at the sky; I want to go there, but it’s miles too high.
Goodbye, my love, until we meet again; rest in peace, out of pain.
