Debbie
There was a time when home was home
Things couldnç£˜ come to be alone
Weather was fine and moods were high
Some in the distance tried to fly

But suddenly a storm did wake
Woke up with pain - too much to take
The ashes fly and fruits are bruised
We canç£˜ deny - something we would use

Debbie wants to go far away
Far away from home, no rules to break
Debbie wants to know how the angels fly
Debbie wants to live and rest a while

And now sheç£ó gone away, her parents cry
And if they only could they would retry
But debbie she has learned how angels fly
She left her life and died, but who knows why

Rest a while