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So precious are the days-

Something we so often take for granted,

So fleeting are the nights,

Forgotten is the thought that we won't be here forever.

Treasure each moment-

Forget the hurt in your past,

Let your heart guide your way,

And live each day as if it were your last.

I think of him as my angel,

He came to show my dying heart how to dream,

His time here was short,

But his memories are immortal.

He taught me to love and dream,

He showed me how to forgive and forget,

He helped me accept myself for what I am,

Most of all, he taught my to live.

I begged him not to leave that day,

Somehow I knew he'd never come home,

I looked into his eyes one last time, told him I loved him,

And that night a drunk driver took his life.

So fleeting are the nights,

So precious are the days,

Something we so often take for granted,

Forgotten is the thought that we won't be here always...