Death Is The Final Destiny
Like the vivid color of a rose,
It's stem so sturdy and strong.
Although you put them in water;
their life is not very long.
And so her life was on this earth,
too short to you and me.
But the days that she was here;
her beauty all could see.
And like the fragrance of a rose,
her scent will linger on.
Although she's absent from this earth;
her memories are not gone.
So keep good thoughts of her;
In your heart,
and God will dry your tears.
She's happy in the arms of God;
No more pain,
No more sorrows,
No more fears.
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