Constanza Robbed of Her Days

Her lonely flys across the sky. A tragedy that ends with sin. Where she has stopped we must begin. When a life ends we wonder why. A selfish act snuffs out that life. Her future ended with a knife! How could one so loved want to die? What thoughts were pondered in the night? Could she not see that there was light? Those left behind can't help but cry. She touched them in so many ways. Now she has robbed them of her days. There are tears that are hard to dry. A pain that cuts clean through the soul. That's when we need God to console. We must go on we have to try! The sun still comes out every day. Within the grave let sadness stay. ***************************** Her lonely flies across the sky. When a life ends we wonder why. How could one so loved want to die? Those left behind can't help but cry. There are tears that are hard to dry. We must go on we have to try! Inspired to try a new form by Mark Peterson. For Craig's contest; Andrea's Inspiration and Connie's new form. I agree with Craig, this form is worthy of being recognized.