MUM 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, he only takes the best, And when we saw you sleeping, so peacefully and free, We couldn't wish you back, to suffer that again. It broke our hearts to lose you, but you didn't go alone, For part of us went with you, the day God called you home. You will be forever in our thoughts.