Mourn not my death rather dine in the fruits of my life. A life well kept hidden in shadows, who lived its days here in hell. And as I let go of my soul my body laid to rest fear not old friend I may be perished, but in eternity a soul has no end. |
Other men said they have seen angels, |
I love thee, I love but thee |
To love a person is to learn the song |
A part of you has grown in me. |
You come to love not by finding the perfect person, |
I asked God for a flower, he gave me a bouquet |