Oscar A. Ortega-Valadez

God saw you getting tired,

And a cure was not to be,

So he put his arms around you,

And whispered "Come with me",

With tearful eyes we watched you slowly fade away,

Although we loved you dearly,

We could not make you stay,

A golden heart stopped beating,

You hard working hands put to rest,

God broke our hearts to prove to us,

He only takes the best.