Heaven holds the most beautiful souls.
It hurts to let go, trust me I know.
The loss of you shatters my existence,
as an earthquake brings a city to rubble.
The thought of you, a hurricane
Overpowering and destructive.
Oh the most beautiful souls does Heaven own.
We have to set you free,
although we wish you didnt have to leave.
The world may judge the way you left,
But in my heart you will always be kept.
With your head in the clouds
You can no longer drown
In the thoughts that once consumed you.
Heaven holds the most beautiful souls.

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