I would trade it all I would trade it all, I'd give up everything I own, if I could turn the clock back to a time before the angels called you home. The grief it never leaves me, forever I will mourn, some days it's just a shower of rain other days it's like a storm. And on the days it's heavier, when it hits me like a train, I know it's all my love for you and that my life will never be the same. And when I feel the anger, as it sits heavy on my chest, I know its griefs way of whispering that I was truly blessed.