The Peaceful Sleep

Death, oh death, a bitter friend,

A shadow that, won't comprehend,

It takes away, what once was bright,

Leaving us, in endless night.

A final curtain, to the stage,

A last breath taken, in life's page,

It steals away, what we hold dear,

And brings us pain, and endless tear.

But death is not, the final end,

For in our hearts, our loved ones blend,

And though they're gone, from this earth,

Their love, and memories, hold great worth.

For death may take, our bodies weak,

But never can, our spirits seek,

For love and life, will live on,

In memories, and tales passed on.

So, let us not, fear death's cold hand,

For in the end, it's just a stand,

A door to where, our loved ones wait,

In heaven's arms, they'll welcome mate.

And though our tears, may fall like rain,

And our hearts, may bear endless pain,

We'll find solace, in knowing this,

That death is just, a final kiss.

So let us live, each day, with love,

And hold our hands, to heaven above,

For in the end, we'll be reunited,

With those we love, and never parted.

For death may come, like winter's chill,

But love and life, are always still,

And in our hearts, our loved ones live,

Forever young, and always give.

And when the time, for us, draws near,

And death's sweet release, we hold dear,

We'll leave this world, with peace in heart,

With memories, that will never part.

For death is just, a passage way,

A journey to, a brighter day,

And in the light, of heaven's grace,

We'll see our loved ones, face to face.

And as we walk, the path to peace,

We'll hold their hands, and never cease,

To feel their love, so warm and bright,

And bask in glory, of their light.

For death is not, the end of all,

But just a call, to heaven's hall,

Where we'll be free, from earthly pain,

And live in love, and joy again.

So let us not, in fear, abide,

But open up, our hearts and side,

To death's sweet call, and join our kin,

In heaven's arms, and peace within.

And as we lay, our bodies down,

And close our eyes, to earthly sound,

We'll hear a voice, so soft and clear,

Saying "welcome home, my dear".

For death is just, a journey's end,

A final bend, in life's rough bend,

And in its arms, we'll find release,

And live in love, and eternal peace.

So let us hold, on to our faith,

And trust in love, and life's sweet grace,

For in the end, we'll find our way,

To heaven's gates, and light each day.

And as we rise, from earthly sleep,

We'll bask in light, so warm and deep,

And in our hearts, we'll feel a flame,

That will never die, and always remain.

For death is not, the final word,

But just a step, to what's absurd,

And in its wake, we'll find a path,

That leads us home, to heaven's path.

So let us live, each day, with love,

And hold our hands, to heaven above,

For in the end, we'll find our peace,

In heaven's arms, and love's sweet release.

And as we face, our final hours,

Let us not, be filled with sours,

For death is just, a peaceful sleep,

A release from pain, and worries deep.

Let us embrace, the gift of death,

For it is life, with every breath,

A journey's end, to a new place,

A brighter world, with love and grace.

And as we journey, to the unknown,

Let us not, be overthrown,

By fear and doubt, and trembling heart,

But trust in love, and do our part.

For death is just, a door we cross,

A path we take, at life's great cost,

And in its wake, we'll find a light,

That leads us home, to endless night.

So let us hold, on to our dreams,

And live each day, with courage beams,

For death is just, a fleeting guest,

That leads us home, to eternal rest.

And as we lay, our bodies down,

And close our eyes, to earthly sound,

We'll find a peace, that knows no end,

And live in love, and always bend.

For death is not, the final hour,

But just a power, to empower,

Our souls to soar, and reach new height,

In heaven's arms, and love's sweet sight.

So let us live, with open hearts,

And hold on tight, to love's fine arts,

For death is just, a gentle breeze,

That carries us, to greater peace.

And as we rise, from earthly sleep,

We'll find a light, that's always deep,

And in our hearts, we'll feel a flame,

That will never die, and always remain.

For death is just, a final gift,

A release from pain, and earthly rift,

And in its arms, we'll find release,

From all our fears, and pain's decrease.

So let us hold, on to our faith,

And trust in love, and life's sweet grace,

For in the end, we'll find our peace,

In heaven's arms, and love's release.