The Best

by xMisSxMassacrEx   Dec 17, 2008


God saw her getting tired and a cure was not to be,
So he put his arms around her and whispered, "Come with me."
With tearful eyes we watched her suffer and saw her fade away.
Although we loved her dearly, we could not make her stay.
A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Lady Nik

    Sosad, but nice work. Shanik