When someone dies, my heart rings,
I wish I could spread my wings
To the place wehre the angels sing
But I can’t – it’s a part of life
We sing and dance as we begin anew
Skip in the grass and run in it too
But it’s the sad parts that make us blue
Death is real-it’s a part of life
We wish to see them, visit them, we long.
But they can be remembered in celebration, or song,
In other words, their spirits live on
In our hearts – it’s a part of life
Joslin
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