She never smiled, yet she was always happy.
She never laughed, yet she cried tears from laughter.
She never said nice things, yet she meant them with all their heart.
She danced, yet she never stood on her own feet.
She prayed every night, yet never believed.
She was strong, yet oh so weak.
She never spoke, yet she said a million words.
She seemed put together, yet she was so broken.
She was hurt, yet never damaged.
She left without saying goodby, yet it felt like she said it too many times.
She was my everything, yet so quickly she became nothing.
She was the son to my father’s solar system, yet she burned out.
She is finally happy, but now we are broken.
She has finally stopped crying, but now we carry her tears.
She is finally a caring soul, but now we’ve become bitter.
She has finally become strong, but we’ve become weak in her place.
She finally believes, but we’ve lost all hope.
Now she is dancing with angels as we wait to perish.
Be free now.
Sing the song of freedom.
Be where there is no pain.