In Loving Memory of Cassandra Elaine Bulot br br Last night I held my daughter br singing her songs br and in the morning when I woke br she was gone br her mother held her body br and wouldn't let go br she stood there screaming, sobbing br 'no! '...'please don't go! ' br Borrowed Angel, we left you sleeping well, br but you were taken from, the arms of us br and given back to god br now in the night we cry br because we love you so br Cassandra our Borrowed Angel. br The first time I held her ever br she stole my heart br then two months later br tragedy tore it apart br but somewhere above I know br our angels' home.