She's gone to God's wintery,
As her skin passes as
she does heavenly,
Snow white as the known
Claiming the Everest,
Breathing past the glasses,
Sleeping before they clashes
And my eyes aren't mass,
A perfect day of Crystal glasses.

She breathed so easily,
I never tasted misery
This happened so fast,
Joy never seems to last.

Joy is not a boy but no....
ashamed of our living God.
He only did what he had to do,
create all the girls and the boys,
Scissors always cut in so deep
and the angels wail fleetingly......

Let it go,
Let her go.