Why did my daughter have to die?
Why must I have to cry?
She was such a beautiful girl
Why must my stomach be in such a swril?
What a terrible day in my life
Felt like someone jabbed my heart with a knife
I wish I could turn back the clock of time.
And save that little girl of mine.
I can still feel her cold face on my lips
her soft skin on my finger tips
One day I will put this at peace in my mind and she will always live forever in my heart.
Written by her father Don Pavalock
the night Kaylin left us into GODS hands.
