He was a lovely little lad,
Sometimes good sometimes bad,
His hair was golden red,
Some of the kids called it ginger instead.
When he was 10yrs old,
An illness struck him that left everyone feeling cold,
The last year he has fought his best,
Putting his parents faith to the test.
Last week he gave up his fight,
Late late into the night,
This little lad could fight no more,
He has left to be with his Saviour.
His parents are so distraught,
As this deal was the worst they could have got,
My thought are with them at this time,
William is an Angel above that shines
For a Little boy whom I had the joy of meeting while teaching in school
Sometimes good sometimes bad,
His hair was golden red,
Some of the kids called it ginger instead.
When he was 10yrs old,
An illness struck him that left everyone feeling cold,
The last year he has fought his best,
Putting his parents faith to the test.
Last week he gave up his fight,
Late late into the night,
This little lad could fight no more,
He has left to be with his Saviour.
His parents are so distraught,
As this deal was the worst they could have got,
My thought are with them at this time,
William is an Angel above that shines
For a Little boy whom I had the joy of meeting while teaching in school
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