Death is a part of life
The end of a chapter
But not the book
No longer will there be any pain
Nor strife
Their absence leaves a story
Never to be forgotten
But always to be told
One to base our lives on
To shape and, to re-mould
We’re born to die
With no reason to answer
We’re left behind
As those we love, say goodbye
Off to a place, beyond the sky
But know this, my young friend
That you are strong, in your heart, and in your mind
There is so much grace, flowing from within
You have so much love, yet some stay blind
But your compassion lies out, to those left behind
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