Goodbye Godmother

You were shelter from the rain.
And if the angels ask you who you're waiting for up there,
Tell them someday I'll come find you,
And you'll know me when I'm there.
Goodbye, Godmother, goodbye.
I still remember how you'd say, "Don't worry, child,
God's watching you." I didn't know those little words would be the ones that pulled me through.
Now your chair is sitting empty,