Author: Yaakov Benita, Age 20, Sderot
You breathed out your spirit for the last time as the sun rose.
Your spirit rose up to Heaven, and only the tears remained here for us.
I am reminded of you whenever the birds are still.
We are alone now; Heaven takes the good souls.
Guard us, guard the light.
Bring the sun, drive out the darkness.
Bring down the good, beloved child.
Bring good and peace upon the earth.
Dressed in a bridal gown,
the serving angels cry over you.
We stay here alone, praying to the God in the heavenly skies.
Again, I remember you, our holy angel,
Bring us peace upon this ground.