They say after you die you go to heaven or hell,
based on the sins and lies that you tell,
and if you to heaven forever happy you shall be,
but the pain remains in my eyes for others to see,
with every tear that i shed out of mourning for you,
a bit of love shall secretly fall too,
and in every tear, wrapped up tight,
will be a memory of you in all your glory and light,
and as i sit here and write this i want you to know,
it will never seem OK that you had to go,
the pain will never really go away,
but it gets easier with time,
or so people say.
