There comes a time when we must say goodbye,
but memories of you live on and never die.
God saw you getting tired
so he wrapped his arms round you
and wispered "come With Me".
You didn't Deserve what you went thru
so he gave you a rest.
God's Garden Must be Beautiful,
He only takes the best.
When i saw you Sleeping,
so peaceful and free of pain,
i couldnt wish yu bak
To suffer that agen
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