She holds her palms close to her chest.
She prays, only for the best.
Things got a little rattled and she began to cry.
She asked God, that she Hope's that she don't die.
Her illness has got the best of her, and her pride.
A secret to the angels she did confide.
If they take her, then her loved ones she Hopes are okay.
With death approaching, her spirit, it did stay.
Now every year a rose is placed on her gravestone.
She knows she's not alone.
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