Through blood we are born in life's hardest struggle.

A labor not in vain for life's most precious bundle.

Through chaos we grow in life's treacherous sea.

A sail full of joy holding strong to the wind as the tide does not subside.

To darkness we fade in life's final parade.

A curse to those who remain but a blessing as the soul God sustains.

A life not in vain holding strong to Him who sustains.

A legacy never forgotten as the tears fall for their loss.

Forever caught and remembered saved till the end of time.

as God weeps alongside his children.

Yet joyful of their future with Him.