With out-stretched wings, we see you soar
Why god chose now, there are no answers for
you lit the room, when you came through the door
An inner beauty, never seen before
We miss more, than words can score
our hearts are torn, forever sore
our knees are weak, the tears they pour
As time goes by, we miss you more
the sadness reaches, into our core
We will remember, forever more
The beautiful Angel, Eleanor
- Written by a friend in Whistler, Canada.
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