We are above the line,
Of all that is fine,
And in our deepest hour
We look to God for power.
Look into my dark eyes,
There have never been lies.
Only what is best for us,
Built with loyalty and trust.
Such a sad way to end a life,
Too much suffering and strife.
Standing by you to the bitter end,
The sorrow of losing my best friend.
Copyright © Michele Osborn, 2013 All Rights Reserved
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