Angel of my Tears How do you love a person who never got to be, or try to envision a face you never got to see? How do you mourn the death of one who never got to live. When there's nothing to feel good about and nothing to forgive? I love you, my little baby, my companion of the night. Wandering through my lonely hours, beautiful and bright. What does it mean to die before you ever were born, to live the lovely night of life and never see the dawn? Ah! My little baby, you lived like anyone…
