• If I knew you were gonna leave me so soon,
    I would've prayed to the moon.
    I'd tell the moon to protect you everyday,
    and to watch over you in everyway.
    To see you go and for me not to say goodbye,
    It hurts me inside enough to die.
    Since Christmas is here though you are not,
    it seems to hurt me a lot.
    To see your happy face once more,
    Is like seeing the sunset at the beach's shore.
    Where ever you might be in heaven,
    I pray you're as lucky as the number seven.
    so once again I shall pray to the moon,
    waiting to see you soon.