God saw you getting tired,

When a cure was not to be,

So, He wrapped His arms around you,

and whispered, "Come to Me."

you didn't deserve what you went through

So, He gave you a rest.

God's garden must be beautiful,

For He only takes the best.

And when I saw you sleeping,

So peaceful and free from pain,

I could not wish you back,

to suffer that again.