NEVER READY TO SAY GOODBYE
SCOTTY: God saw that you were getting tired
and there was not a cure to be.
He whispered softly, "Son, come home to me",
A golden heart stop beating
Working hands at rest
He broke our heart
To prove he only takeS the best.
Even though you are not here in flesh
Your memories will always be kept fresh
I LOVE YOU! GOODBYE GOODBYE
SISTER RENE