All the love

There’s the love of a mother, the way she holds you tight,

The love of a father, teaching wrong from right.

There’s the love of a brother, laughing late at night,

The love of a sister, keeping your secrets in the fight.

But then there’s that kind of love that makes your soul take flight,

When two hearts collide and everything feels right.

It’s the kind that builds a future, hand in hand through storms,

The kind they had, so young, a life just being born.

Why do the good ones leave us first?

Why does it feel like a blessing and a curse?

She had dreams, she had fire, she had so much to give,

Now all that’s left is her love teaching us to live.

All the loves we hold, every single one,

Burns a little brighter when their time here is done.

There’s the love of a friend who never lets you fall,

The love of a teacher believing through it all.

There’s the quiet love of strangers in the kindness they show,

The love in a child’s eyes when the whole world feels unknown.

But then there’s that sacred love that only few can know,

When you plan forever, plant seeds, and watch them grow.

It’s unfair and it hurts, and the answers never come,

But her love still lives on, it’s beating like a drum.

Why do the good ones leave us first?

Why does it feel like a blessing and a curse?

She had dreams, she had fire, she had so much to give,

Now all that’s left is her love teaching us to live.

All the loves we hold, every single one,

Burns a little brighter when their time here is done.

Maybe heaven needed her laughter,

Maybe angels wanted her light.

But we’ll keep her love here after,

In every star that fills the night.

Why do the good ones leave us first?

Why does it feel like a blessing and a curse?

She had dreams, she had fire, she had so much to give,

Now all that’s left is her love teaching us to live.

All the loves we hold, every single one,

Burns a little brighter when their time here is done.

So hold on to love, don’t let it slip away,

For the ones we’ve lost are with us every day.

All the loves we hold, every single one,

Lives in us forever, though their time here is done