There’s a place that we call heaven, somewhere up there in the sky,
I hear it’s where the angels go, when it’s their time to fly…
One day I met a girl, as I was watching my TV,
A very special girl, they said her name was Gabby,
She was as sweet and kind, as any girl could be,
And had a beautiful smile that could bring you to your knees…
It wasn’t long before, we all fell in love with her,
And she became our Nation’s, precious little girl,
They told us she’d been missing, at least a couple weeks,
And we all became concerned, where could this sweet girl be?
We watched her every day, and everybody prayed,
Was she actually smiling, to hide her tears and pain?
We watched her very closely, and hoped she’d be okay,
We hoped for the best, but feared the worst each day…
If someone knew where she was, how could they just not say?
How could anybody leave this girl, then turn and walk away?
We all feel like we have known her, since the day that she was born,
We prayed someone would find her and bring sweet Gabby home.
Could she be out there on her own… somewhere all alone?
A beautiful little rose… in a world that’s filled with thorns,
Then, one day… as we watched on our TV’s,
They say they found a body… Gabby? Could it be?
Such a sweet little girl, everyone was touch by her,
She quietly stole our hearts, of that I am sure,
Now by the grace of God, in heaven up above,
She was coming home where she belongs, to be forever loved…
There’s a place that we call heaven, somewhere up there in the sky,
I hear it’s where the angels go, now it’s Gabby’s time to fly.