VESKO DAPČEVIĆ

God saw you getting tired,
when a cure was not to be,
So He closed His arms around you,
and whispered "Come to Me"
A golden heart stopped beating,
your gentle hands at rest
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
he only takes the best.
In tears we saw you sinking,
we watched you fade away,
Our hearts were almost broken,
You fought so hard to stay.
But when we saw you sleeping,
peacefully and free from pain,
We could not wish you back,
to suffer that again.
So keep your arms around him Lord,
and give him special care,
Make up for all he suffered,
that seemed to us unfair,
So many times we've needed you,
So many times we've cried,
if love could have saved you,
You never would have died,
Dearly loved and forever in our hearts.

VICTOR