It's a Tragedy To Greet Death So Young

It's a tragedy to greet death so young, not thinking how precious life is and continue the journey anywhere else without holding a warm hand; did anybody notice the sadness you showed and the coldness of your senses? Did someone help you to be strong? You loved and comforted others and complete a mission too short; your compassion was the will of good deeds, but someone is missing that radiant smile and beautiful eyes that offered a joy never seen, never felt when a faithful friend is lost! You seemed so brave hiding all tears and cried when nobody was around, it felt fine to empty your rage until your pain was clean... making a choice that failed many times! It's a tragedy to greet death so young, and realize the reason for your worthless existence: you did not fight like that captain stirring his small ship battered by wild waves in the vast ocean... while the howling wind threatened the flapping sails, but he wasn't afraid and carried on with the long voyage that had just started, never feeling sad or unstrung! Weren't your horrible thoughts despised by God who was weeping for your lack of wisdom? He wanted you to live, not to despair and put an end to a fragile life He valued too sacred; the days he gave you were the beats of a loud drum meant to be lived with rhythm and purpose! It's so awful not to have grown old and know the birthright of an heir entitled to a happy existence!