Angels in Waiting by: Tammy Cochran

A song that she wrote to her late brothers who died from Cystic Fibrosis. Makes me cry every time I hear it.



Lyrics:
We camped out on the living room floor
In our old sleeping bags, by a make believe fire.
In a tent made of covers, we talked for hours
My two brothers and me.
Keeping the faith; racing with destiny.

They were angels in waiting.
Waiting for wings to fly from this world,
Away from their pain
Treasuring time, 'til time came to leave,
Leaving behind sweet memories.
Angels in waiting; angels in waiting for wings.

They always knew they'd never grow old.
Sometimes the body is weaker than the soul.
In their darkest hour, I made a promise
I will always keep:
I'll give them life; I'll let them live through me.

They were angels in waiting.
Waiting for wings to fly from this world,
Away from their pain
Treasuring time, 'til time came to leave,
Leaving behind sweet memories.
Angels in waiting; angels in waiting for wings.
Angels in waiting; angels in waiting for me.

They were angels in waiting.
Waiting for wings to fly from this world,
Away from their pain
Treasuring time, 'til time came to leave,
Leaving behind sweet memories.
Angels in waiting; angels in waiting for wings.
Angels in waiting; angels in waiting for me.

Stephan

I have a half-brother who's older than me by about four years from my father's first marriage. I lived with him until I was about five or six and then he moved back in with his mom. When he went back to his mom, she decided it would be best for him and our other brother to not be a part of my father's life, which unfortunately included me. Then about five years ago they came back into my life for about a year before his mom began to think it was a mistake and took them away again. Now, he's nineteen and he can make decisions for himself and he has come back into our lives by his own choice and I am sooooo happy.
Unfortunately, Stephan has a bad disease called Cystic Fibrosis and it will end his life. Now that he is back in my life I need him more than ever and I can't stand that God makes these decisions without thinking about what it could do to the people involved. I love God, but sometimes I question his motives. How dare he steal MY brother away from me. I don't care what the reason is, he has no right to take him away. I need him more than he does. I can't lose him the way I am. He is too young...he is too important. I need him.