Precious little Angel
Soul not at rest,
What truly happened ?
We wonder and we guess.
Grandma and Grandpa
Their hearts not the same,
They sit alone together
With tears, they call your name.
Someone will have fame and fortune
Someone will have a beautiful life,
For that someone judgement day is coming
It will strike like a razor sharp knife.
Caylee, go to the arms of Jesus
Rest your head upon His chest,
Have peace in your Heaven
And God will do the rest.