Believe
We believe he is gone,But he is actually here,
In our hearts,
Always near.
His soul maybe in heaven,
Instead of on the ground,
But he will remain with us.
He will always be around.
Because death is not the end.
It is only the begining.
So let us rejoice,
For he is now living.
Our hearts may be hurting,
But let the tears we cry be of joy,
Because he is still among us.
He is simply flying.
To my grandpa
2004
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