I used to think,
That you are unlucky.
That you are gone too soon
You need to find your place in the sun,
You need to enjoy,
The wealth of this world.
You have to sing,
The song of yourself.
You are meant to grow old….
But I was wrong,
You are the luckiest.
Because those who live,
Endure heartbreaks and tears.
They had to go through,
The sorrowing years.
They have to witness the goodbyes,
They had to burry the pain as they live on.
They can’t help but pray to die.
But you’ll never have to go through,
The path of sorrow.
Sadness won’t bother you anymore.
No betrayal nor anger,
Would come in your way.
No hatred nor fear,
Would ever trouble your mind again,
Just Love, your lifetime is full of Love…