My angel
It will come soon,
that dreadful day.
Last night I watched the moon,
just cried and sat that way.
Nobody is yet ready
to let you go.
We all just sit restless yet steady,
whispering that one little word 'no'.
I know you'll be free,
there will be no more pain.
No need to worry about me,
no need to worry about vain.
There can't be anymore fuss,
but please remember to watch over us.
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