Well, angel, it's been a year. 

A year without your smiling face.

A year without your enchanting voice.

A year without you in the world.

Angel, it's been a year.

Even away from us, you've done amazing things.

You've said goodbye with your music.

You've changed the moon to the color blue.

You've come to me in my dreams, with open arms and grace on your lips.

Angel, it's been a year.

I couldn't look at your image for a while.

I couldn't listen to your music, either.

I didn't know how to move on in a world without you.

Angel, isn't that strange?

You had no knowledge of who I was or who I am.

And, yet, I mourned you as if you were my family.

I still do.

Angel, it's been a year.

But I'd like to believe you're doing better now.

I'd like to believe you're smiling down on us,

Much like we're smiling up at you.

Angel, it's been a year.

But your name still graces our hearts and mind.

Never forgotten.

Always home.