Death is a Gift
Death is a gift
to have one's sorrows
and pains removed
Don't cry my loved ones
Death is a gift
Remember me for how I was
happy and healthy
not for the end
Please don't cry, rejoice, I'm with my lost loved ones
Death is a gift
To be as I was in my youth
no past illnesses, no heartbreak
Cry if you must, but know
Death is a gift
I will no longer be confined to a bed
or a place
now able to be anywhere, at anytime
I must say
Death is a truly gift
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