God must have loved you.
More than we do.
Or perhaps it was the Fates
Who determined the time alotted for you.
Winter's colder now.
Fog shrouded and dark
Pain lingers in my room
Where your presence has left it's mark.
Gone from this world
Now entering the one above.
To run along the streets of gold.
And stand forever in God's love.
One thing I know for certian
When its my time to leave this place
Among those who'll greet me,
I shall see your shining face.