So here's the thing I was told by an angel that visited me one day,

And now finally my conscience is at bay,

There is a special cloth, the special cloth of life,

It is invincible to any kind of knife,

We weave it all along,

To see the picture that it forms.

While we weave, we sing a beautiful song,

The wonderful song of life,

But now I see something wrong with yours,

Your cloth is running out of thread,

Your song is running out of words,

You have very little time.

I know it is not FAIR this is happening to you,

This concept is very confusing,

I do not know why or who,

But as they say, life is not fair,

This happens for a reason,

For you, I would be starving or freezin',

If only you could come back.

But now I know how this happens,

How your life is taken,

How our bond is broken,

Now I know this is not a simple cold or cough,

It's OK, you can have my thread to finish your cloth.

Because everyone loves you,

You truly are amazing,

You deserve a life to live,

You deserve a body to be active,

You deserve a song to sing,

You deserve a cloth to weave.

But I guess I am being selfish,

I still do not think it possible,

For you to disappear in a flourish,

I know God wants you, everyone does,

Still, it cannot be right that you are taken from me.

And now its over,

Your needle has weaved its last thread,

Your cloth over, yet it is not finished,

Your life has been so easily diminished,

I believe I will meet you someday,

In destiny or fate.

I painfully move on, I don't WANT to sing this song,

But I tell myself, don't you dare stop,

In your thread there will always be a knot,

But you will climb to the top,

You will keep going,

You will not give up!