Heaven has an angel whose name is Frances Jane.
Although I really miss her, I know she's free from pain.
I'd love to have one day with her and feel her warm embrace.
But this time when I see her, she'll remember my face.
I want my kids to see her and sit right by her side.
They were far too young to remember her before the day she died.
I tell my kids about her, and she protects them from above.
I know she's up there watching and sending down her love.
Oh how I miss my Baba! I wish that she was here.
It made my heart so happy just knowing she was near.