victoria driver (04/10/1992 / Coventry)
God saw that you were suffering,
And there was no cure to be.
So He took you in His caring hands,
And whispered 'Come to me.'
With tearful eyes I watched you,
And I saw you pass away.
But although I love you dearly,
I could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands at rest.
God broke my heart to prove to me,
He only takes the best.
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