God saw you getting tired,
When a cure was not to be,
So He closed his arms around you,
And whispered " Come To Me ".
Your golden heart stopped beating,
Your gentle hands at rest,
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best.
So keep your arms around her Lord
And give her special care,
Make up for all she suffered,
That seemed to us unfair,
So many times we need her
So many times we cried,
If love could have saved her
She never would have died
