Last night, you took your final rest,
lowered into your own bleak tomb,
so young, so sweet, so true,
But in the end you met your doom.
You're only six, not that old,
Full of light and childish innocence,
But in the end the sickness to its toll,
The hurt should have been foretold.
So, my angel, you're far away,
In a place where people never lie,
You memeory of happiness will live,
I promise I won't let them die.
I will always miss you,
But I know you're happier up there,
No disease to bring you down,
God will treat you fair.
Goodbye, my Natalie, my hope,
I'll always remember your smile,
Long will your image live in me,
The laughing child, who only stayed a while.