This line of verse reminds
Will love still be love
Or will it alter when it
Alteration finds?

For should we not still be kind
When the light
 in the hearts of those we loved has dimmed?

Should we not be forgiving
And keep on giving
When those we  love  have sinned?

Let judgement be put a side
And mercy take its seat
Let us remember all that was innocent and good and sweet

And cherish it and love that  still
And find our peace
And restore good will.

For we are made of day and night
Of Rosepetal  and thorn-
 of laughs and tears and sighs
Of the same stuff as the birds in flight
Our very  essence is  delight
Yet we all  are made
Of angel feathers  and devil horn alike
Of flesh and blood
 and priceless mud we're born
To know  both   failure and  ability
 not only strength but  exquisite fragility

Just like the wings of butterflies
Or Iike a  babies delicate skin
 but we must grow and change
To be utterly rearranged-
And changed within

And all who're born into this world
 Just like the silkworms
We must weave our thread
We must be transformed
To  discover  our wings- unfurled

And so every human child that's born
Into this brief interlude in eternity
Must play our part
 To  it's end in mortal finality

So far we shuffle then no more
For we all must pass through the same eternal door
And leave beyond all for whom we're fond
And embrace the great unknown beyond

For a while  those left behind must weep
It's not easy to sever such a bond
But we must let those departed sleep
For life goes on and we must sing its song

We need  a time to weep
And a time to  remember
But not too  long should we linger
For  after that we must all move on.......
Let go- and let death sleep.