Death
Death is such a lonely thing,
When you are the one who dies.
You must walk that way alone,
Only God hears your sighs.
He’ll wipe every tear away,
And you’ll never have to die again.
Hold on to his hand, He knows the way,
And Heaven you will gain.
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