people come,
people go,
some you don't even get to know,
when they die
you try not to cry,
it's hard to lose them
but you never forget
or regret,
only remember the good
they understood,
no matter what
they could count on you,
to stop them from being blue,
now watching over you
they help to keep you anything,
but blue,
your guardian angel
they will always be,
and when it's your time to go home
they'll be there,
to welcome you,
then
that's the day you'll be together,
again,
forever,
eternity,
as long as you live above,
in heaven.
Brittany Dare Foy(c)2007
2007-03-15
09:19:25
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