They say she’s in a better place,
The angels see her smiling face,
But why can’t I?
They say that God tests the strong,
But in my heart this feels so wrong,
An endless sigh.
I can handle many things,
Like losing diamonds in my ring,
And facing those who turn away,
And chasing hours in my day.
But I can’t handle losing her,
Taken too soon from this world,
I miss her smile, her laugh, her hair,
I reach for her and she’s not there.
They say one day we all must leave,
Our spirits soar, I do believe,
But it would make more sense to me,
If she had left at 91—not 19.
That’s the way it’s supposed to be,
To leave the world at 91—not 19.
Yes, I have a very special dream,
That she had left at 91— not 19.
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