Her Guidance
Echoing in the halls
Her final calls
The serenade of the ails
A closure of tales
She found relief
In solemn religious belief
A single beam of light
To stay the night
The weak and the dying
Tears finally drying
Still she stays strong
In the face of many a swan song
The walls crumble
Once proud, now humble
But we still stand tall
To stave off the fall
Her wisdom is a guide
To hundreds who confide
So many are weak
But few are meek
From atheist to theist
Every forehead she has kissed
In this moment we embrace humanity
In the face of insanity
The siren sings
And paradise rings
One last mushroom
To erase the gloom
Echoing in the halls
Her final calls
The serenade of a ghost
Who loved us the most
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