Friday, 7 October 2011
Monday, 26 September 2011
Sunday, 25 September 2011
Life is short
Life has its beginning
Like a book or a story that there’s an ending
For eternal life is always waiting
To end those pains and sufferings.
It made me remember
When I still had my grandfather
Who was there for me when I needed care
And wakes me up in the midst of nightmare.
Years had passed and his strength was finally over
Day by day his knees were getting weaker
Until one day he couldn’t land his feet
It only shows how life is so swift.
From dark hair to gray
Not knowing that his birthday would be also his last day
I have nothing to do but to pray
That God will find a way to be with him again someday.
Like a book or a story that there’s an ending
For eternal life is always waiting
To end those pains and sufferings.
It made me remember
When I still had my grandfather
Who was there for me when I needed care
And wakes me up in the midst of nightmare.
Years had passed and his strength was finally over
Day by day his knees were getting weaker
Until one day he couldn’t land his feet
It only shows how life is so swift.
From dark hair to gray
Not knowing that his birthday would be also his last day
I have nothing to do but to pray
That God will find a way to be with him again someday.
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