Death
"You were my sister,My friend, 27 yaers old"
You wouldn't wake,
your life was at stake.
I cried many tears,
there shouldv'e been more years.
Your heart had no beat,
One day we'll meet.
In heaven's place,
you will never be replaced.
I didn't have a chance to say bye,
begging God why.
He took you so fast,
now all I had was the past.
He took you so far away,
now my life is in dismay.
Death is all around,
so hush, don't make a sound.
I'll take your soul,
so make your life whole.
Don't be nieve to death,
because you never know you'r last breath.
R.I.P. Rochelle Dee
Copyright © Martha Shaw | Year Posted 2006
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