I Regret

My God, why did you take my mother? Angles took the wrong one - not her - another. Regret is a feeling that I feel everyday; You took her from me, and I didn't say - "I Love You, Mom," in my own way; Only to hear her say it back to me. God, why couldn't you just let us be? She didn't deserve to die; Didn't deserve to be in pain, Only to leave me here asking you why - Night after night when I cry in vain.