Treasure Island

Jesus James Llorico


Grief (A Tribute)


These aching hearts tis' hard to keep
Of life amidst so sudden, so swift
As thou hast gone in mournful sleep
That put us all in painful grief

To God we seek for some relief
Thy veins of love have flowed so deep
To dearest ones, in disbelief
Even those not met, has grieve and weep

As each recall those lively youth
That whilst begun in younger years
Spent memories shed solemn truth
to thy righteous life, sweet souvenirs

Now thou art asleep, released of pain
To God we prayed with stricken hearts
Together in time, we'll meet again
To future where, there's no need to part...

Submitted: Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 25, 2013

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