Doctor Grandma

We love,

And love some more,

Until the heart could burst asunder,

We hurt,

And hurt some more,

Until the heart is bleeding from it,

We pray,

And call to God,

Though there seems to be no answer,

We believe,

And believe more,

Because we must arise from ashes,

Then a butterfly,

Fans her wings,

On the second-story window,

And an angel

Speaks so lightly,

That the sun will come tomorrow,

In each life

There is a brightness,

And it guides us to the dawning,

In each soul

There is a thread

That unites us and will lead us

On our way.

cfblack 07-13-2015

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