A Young Angel

    • $$e

      Its hard to see an angel die,
      All we're left here to do is cry.
      We're left here with so much sorrow,
      He should have been promised another tomorrow.
      Why did he have to show up at heaven's gate?
      Why take him now, couldn't God wait?
      Life feels so empty without him here,
      I wish I could see him, I wish he were near.
      I should have told him what he meant to me,
      He was always there, like a good friend should be.
      He can never be replaced, I hope he'll know,
      But he was so young, why did he have to go?
      He left his family, and many great friends,
      I guess this is what happens when heaven sends.
      He belonged to God, I knew from the start,
      Even he knew one day he would part.
      But who could have known he would leave so fast?
      But he is gone now, he has passed.
      The laughs we shared, are here with me forever,
      I won't forget you, I can promise you...never!!



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    • Ameeeeeeeeeeeeeeen

      You are right my sister in writing point
      We can take off our pain through writing , through writing the beautiful memorize that we spent together with them
      But writing is painful when it force us to recall the bad memorize
      Whenever we write the joy and sorrow will be together so we can't focus in one point because these two are like the twin..