Death.

God saw her getting tired,
a cure not meant to be..

Theres no explanation as to why it must happen, why to the ones we love the most, why now, when everything was beautiful, when there was so much for them to see, why in a manner so painful..
Theres no comforting to the fact that they're just gone.. So far away that theres no turning back, theres no finding them, no calling, no mails, no msgs, nothing. Nothing. Just vanished off the planet, leaving only memories.. Pile loads of memories.

You'd give anything for them to have been in godforsaken Alaska if possible.. You'd travel a hundred days in sweltering heat and bone numbing cold if you had to, just to catch a glimpse of that face, for a touch of that hand, for a word in that voice, for just about anything about the person.
There are no answers to a thousand questions buzzing in your head. No calm to the hollowness you feel inside. No cure when u feel sick in the stomach everytime the thoughts come up. Noone makes up for their presence. Nothing soothes you, nothing helps. All the friends, the relatives, the condolence, the thoughtful gestures, the support, the prayers, everything makes you wonder why doesn’t it make you feel any better at all. Why couldn't you just have the person back instead.. No explanation. No answers.
I’m here to comfort you, with everything I am.
What scares me, is just not being enough.

I don’t know how to console you,
I don’t know what to say...

God saw her getting tired,
a cure not meant to be,
so He put his arms around her,
and whispered... 'Come with Me'