by Rachel Marie Apr 16, 2007
category :
Sadness, depression /
grieving, loss
God saw you where getting tired And a cure was not meant to be So he said in a softly voice Its time for you to come with me While tears roll down our cheeks As we stood their while you passed away Even tho we wanted you to stay We knew you couldn't stay So every time I am alone I think about what you told me I think about how you told me to follow through with your dreams I also think about how you always told me to be my best not the best because being your best is the best you can be |