Death is not planned,
it shocks everyone,
it happens unexpectedly.
Death takes all those who are precious to us.
Death took my grandfather
who was a father to me,
who replaced my father in his absence.
Never have I felt my heart break,
break into so many pieces.
Pieces you can’t pick up,
pieces you can’t put together,
a whole puzzle’s pieces.

The dark cloud is all over my family.
My grandmother’s crying is still loud.
Death took our sunshine,
our very own sunshine.
The Lord shall hear us cry,
he’ll wipe away our tears.
And the dark big cumulonimbus cloud will fade
and sunshine will come.