He needs no tears
They sooth their soul
But where he walks
On streets of gold
He knows no pain.
Mourn him not though he is gone
Think what he left behind
For he will live eternally
In your heart and on your mind.
He will know no suffering
He will feel no pain
There will be no sorrow
In the life way he has trod
For silently last night he slipped
Into the arms of God.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
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