God saw you getting tired
when a cure was not to be,
So he wrapped his arms around you,
and whisped come to me.
You didn't deserve what you went through,
so he gave you rest.
God's garden must be beautiful,
he only takes the best.
And when i saw you sleeping,
so peaceful and free from pain.
I could not wish you back,
to suffer that again.
Stephen
8th August 2010