I have many words to give
And sympathies to say,
Though nothing I can do
Can take the pain away.
Life is very fleeting;
It’s foolish and it’s rough.
No one makes it out alive
And that makes living tough.
But I don’t believe in dying,
I don’t believe in death;
I believe you go on living,
Even after your last breath.
She’s dancing in the sky now,
Hand in hand with God.
She looks down on you and smiles.
She isn’t really ‘gone.’
Think of her in summer
When the sun warms your face.
Think of her in winter
By the crackling fireplace.
Think of her in fall
As the leaves go drifting by.
Remember her in spring
When you see a butterfly.
Life well-lived is worth it,
Though her life was much too short.
I have faith she’s living on
In Heaven and our hearts.
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