Her heart traveled up,
Time to be tough.
She left her loved ones,
down on the ground,
Mourning and crying,
Sorrowfull sounds.
She peeped across a cloud,
Embraceing aloud,
She reached for the gate,
her arm all straight.
She began to glow,
high and low.
Looking over,
Her very own clover.
Heaven let her be,
If she can't be here with me.