Throughout life we happen upon blessings
In different forms, different ways,
In different places with different names
She was caring and joyous, and she was one
Of life's little blessings, until her life was done
But the Lord has his way with things
And so Ill tell you of another
A friend, a sister, and to many a mother
Two regular stories of lives well lived
Two tragic endings and heartache to go with
But when you start to cry, know an angel sings
For thousands have been blessed by two
And they will live forever in me and you
In our hearts, they'll stay the same
Though they're gone, their memory will remain
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