It's Not Really Good-Bye
Our hearts feel broken.
Our piece of mind is shattered beyond belief,
Because we lost a dear loved one.
But none of that matters to our dening hearts beneath.
His peace has now come,
For his pain is gone forever.
He his held by the arms of our Lord,
Looking down as our loved one and as our protecter.
But he is not really gone,
And never will be.
His lives on in our hearts,
And his spirit soars free.
To my grandpa
2004
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