Death can come so quickly,
Nothing will be the same.
But its symptoms are slow,
Such as the torture and pain.
But God opens his arms,
Never leaving you astray
But as the light of the tunnel widens,
We miss you as you're drifting away.
As time wastes on by,
And your time on Earth fades out today,
You are still living in our hearts
Even though in Heaven you stay.
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