the angels of death took you away,
your last moments spent on a hospital bed, you lay.
i cried and mourned for countles nights,
my love for you reached un-reachable heights.
but even now i still feel sad,
and because i wasnt there for you, i feel bad.
i still think about you, the light isnt out,
things werent as bad as i thought they were gonna turn out.
i dont think about you aas much as i did before,
but i will see you again on heaven's shore,
and we will be back together just like before.
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