My heartfelt thanks to her,
just for giving me what I wanted,
before I say goodbye,
before I breathe my last breath
that's what I live for,
a moment for me,
what I cherished,
it was my treasure.
That moon said goodbye,
I looked at the sky,
the clouds were waiting for me,
so was the sun ,
but before I joined them I was waiting for someone.
The trees were waving goodbye,
my crown was being taken away,
there was only one reason for me to stay.
There butterflies in the garden,
they were waiting to take my soul,
they wanted to set me free,
the world got more beautiful as I spoke.
What would the grass know about the tears my eyes,
what would the grass know about my raising impatience,
what would they know about my anxiety,
no one knew,
not the foolish, not the wise,
one was the only one who knew, the skies.
Glory was waiting,
pride was present,
grace was skating,
I wanted to enter heaven,
but then one day it arrived,
it touched the glorified ground,
beautiful and strong,
this was my moment to go,
look at the angels,
look what the skies just brought along.
Pitures from the net-
(http://www.ursispaltenstein.ch/blog/weblog.php?/weblog/2006/04/02/)
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