The lives that come are the ones that go
And some belong to the kindest people we know
Among us are those who rise above the rest
Who shine as brightly as the Sun
And through whom we are blessed
We hope that their love and their warmth will rub off
Turning our ice cold hearts into ones that are soft
Though they don’t know and refuse to believe
They are our models, for all that we hope to achieve
It was said of King Midas, that his touch was golden
It might as well have been you, the one who was stolen
Through their words, their love, their compassion and deeds
Implanted within, we carry their seeds
In the sorrow and heartache of all that came to pass
It is you on my mind, in my soul, staring back through the hourglass
The most important life-lessons are the ones I’ve learned from you
From the one whose touch was golden, and whose heart was pure
For whom our love will forever remain true
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