When we die
Death is expected and reflected
Our life is what they reference
When reflectance is of essence
Expectance in death is the presence
From the ones that we have left
Our loved ones feel bad
About the gaps between visits
When in all reality you still exist
Just no longer in the flesh
I’ll forever be with you
The promise forever kept
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