Mother angel for CNC (Or 3dPrint)

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Here are the ashes of my soul A rider comes from the book of life For those who have lived with death's dark strife He rides across the land with scythe in hand No warning will he give, no signal grand But when he comes, you'll know it's time to stand Against the wind that blows so cold and grey Mother Angel, tell me why you went away Was it your time to leave this earthly place? Did something call you up to a higher space? Is there some secret I should know or see? Was it your time to go, to fade into eternity? I wait for signs that only you can give From the ashes of our love, where do we live? We came from dust and back to dust we'll go And in its depths, our souls will forever grow The unknown times make faith a heavy load To believe in heaven above, or God's gentle hand to hold So Mother Angel, tell me why you left so soon Was it time for you to let go, and for me to be alone?