For grandma

The angels came out to play today, to take my grandma away, but that's not allowed so get back in your clouds, because today's not the day for her final bow.
 

But god he is calling, and the angels aren't stalling, and the stats on the machine are gradually falling.

So we'll all gather round to say our final goodbye, some of us silent, some of us cry.

But death it is not, because she's never forgot, memories are forever and I'm glad I've got lots.

She won't go in fear and no longer in pain, and all of the angels,she knows all of their names.