A love that you know, has left you behind; to deal with this world, that is so unkind. No matter their age, at the time of demise; we hope and we pray, that they will arise. We miss them so much, this isn’t fair; this pain that exists, is too much to bare. I loved them so much, why did they have to leave; to say it’s God’s plan, is hard to believe. I pray to the heavens, in search of the truth; Dear God take me away, and restore their youth. I beg and I cry, to show me the way; how can I exist, without them each day. I look for a sign, to set me at ease; I ask of you now, just give me this please. Their future was bright, with all that is great; what right did you have, for their life you did take. I look all around, and see life on the go; they’re oblivious to this, for them they didn’t know. I silently sit, and hope it’s a dream; I realize it’s not, and I begin to scream. Just as I start, I feel a sense of peace; a brush on my shoulder, makes it all cease. A voice I did hear, as I sit in the night; “I’m your Angel now, and all is alright”.
By Ron Lee