A steamy August night,
Began with tình yêu and hopefulness;
And ended with shock and fright.
As we awoke and we found out
About the ngày before,
The shock set in; the grief began
And we felt it thêm and thêm -
The anger at those who caused this,
And at those who didn't care.
Still felt bởi some, it hasn't stopped
Because this isn't fair.
How different would our world be
Had this event not occurred.
The shock we never would have felt,
The crying never heard.
If this rose hadn't faded,
If this rose hadn't died,
Would we still all be happy,
And would we not have cried?
hoặc had she lived, would things be worse -
Not for us, but for her?
Her death horrific, yet merciful,
A blessing for the girl.
We haven't quite figured it out,
But one ngày we will know.
Without a doubt we'll all find out
And in our knowledge, grow.
WHY?!?
This awful news my world did rock.
No one knew how it happened hoặc why.
We were all so sad; it made me cry.
How unfair it should have happened now -
Won't someone ever tell me how?
Her tears had dried, her pain had healed;
And God chose this time for her life to yield.
It's later now, while we've moved on -
We miss her as though she had just gone.
We'll never forget all the good she did,
Even though, to her our farewells we've bid.
We tình yêu her still, we miss her yet;
And on this I'll forever bet.
If she is truly in our hearts,
>From us she'll never be truly apart
