Ottavio Belvedere

God saw you getting tired

And a cure was not to be.

So he put his arms around you

And whispered, "Come with me".

With tearful eyes

We watched you suffer

and saw you fade away.

Although, we loved you dearly,

We could not make you stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,

Hard-working hands at rest,

God broke our hearts to prove,

He only takes the best,

It's lonesome here without you,

We miss you more each day.

Life doesn't seem the same

Since you've gone away.

When days are sad and lonely

And everything goes wrong,

We seem to hear you whisper,

"Cheer up and carry on."

Each time we see your p icture,

You seem to smile and say,

"Don't cry, I'm in god's keeping,

We'll meet again someday.

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