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Kelly Michelle is the quiet type

Never felt the need to get caught up in all the hype

Cause she says life means the most when silence talks

And if she had to bet one someone a hundred to one

She’d never see the chance that they could fail

Yeah, Kelly Michelle might just be the angel for me



And as we walk into the waiting room

We’re holding each other’s hand

Anxiously waiting for the news

And the doctor enters with a grin, and says

“Congratulations, you’re dreams are only nine months away”



Five years later, we still feel so blessed

Never knew that so much love could be in one girls chest

And so many questions that she asks take my breath away

I’m still amazed that someone so young can be so brave

She says, “I was riding my riding my very first bike!”

When the doctor asks how she broke her arm



And as we walk into the waiting room

We’re holding each other’s hand

Anxiously waiting for the news

And the doctor enters with a grin, and says

“Don’t worry Michelle, you’ll be as good as new I’d say.”



Now Michelle is thirteen and she comes to me

Says, “Daddy why’s Mommy so tired all the time?”

And I can feel a tear roll down my cheek

And I say, “God must need her more than we do.”

And we cry the rest of the night in each other’s arms



And as we walk into the waiting room

We’re holding each other’s hand

Anxiously waiting for the news

And the doctor enters with a grin, and says

“She told me to tell you this”



“Life is too beautiful to cry

So do as I did and live it

And someday I’ll be waiting for you

When the Waiting Room calls for you too.”



And as I cry Michelle come to me, and says

“Daddy, God must have needed her more than we do.”