Where the angels fly...

I know I'm selfish, I shouldn't be sad.
You're going where the angels fly, no more pain, you'll be free.
But as I hold you one last time, I remember that first time, you were so tiny and vulnerable, they told me you'd be extra special and I cry.
For you, I'd sell my soul, how I wish I was the one lying on that bed.
Don't go where I can't reach you, don't go where I can't hold you any more. Please stay with me just a little longer.
I love you my child, sleep well. Don't be cold.