Do you ever think about something often, but really never share if often?

The hope of heaven is strange, you know?

While we comprehend the joy that's happening up there, the absence of loved ones physically can seem unmanageable sometimes.

Anyways, I have thoughts that I keep locked inside because, 

A). people don't like it when you're vulnerable

B). these are thoughts that I only allow God to touch, kind of like a secret

But every now and then I'm willing to be vulnerable and allow people to know these deeper thoughts, but only to a certain extent.

So here's my attempt at sharing a reoccurring thought-pattern in more of an abstract manner.

For my aunt:

She had a quiet voice that could calm your soul

She had a selfless heart that was made of gold

And she tried

And she tried

On the day that she died

Her last breath, when she smiled

She was trying

So these tears come and go, falling like the rain

Forming into streams rushing down my face

But I think of her and I know it's true

When you strive on earth, they'll remember you

When you try

And you try

On the day that you die

Your sweet soul sings a song

and you stay alive