Posts filed under 'Death'
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i’m struck by the beauty i now see in you
i’ve long ignored the red white and blue
has someone switched you in the night?
i see you new by the dawn’s early light
rubble and reasons that do not stand
life slips out of a grasping hand
planes that turn and terrorize
dry are empty, tearless eyes
we will rebuild
a peace taken by fear
we will rebuild
and we’re still here
under your colors that wave in the wind
we fight in a war we did not begin
a spotlight to shadows, darkness will flee
we bury the brave and we rally the free
over our shoulder we carry you on
we raise you high, plant you on lawns
our sorrow is strong, but so are you
the beautiful red, the white, the blue
September 20th, 2001
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can You hear them laughing
we only heard them cry
can they hear us down here
chokin’ back “why?”
and i can’t even tell You how i feel
cause i’m not sure that this is really real
but what’s Yours is Yours to take
what You make is Yours to break
but i can’t lay this in Your hands
God, i just don’t understand
how can this be part of Your plan?
if You’re holding them now
tell them we miss them so
the sweetest souls in heaven
we never got to know
and tell the secret of this lonely place
cause it’s too easy to think it’s all a waste
no answer is comfort to my ears
only time can dry my tears
October 8th, 2000
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i did not dream of you last night
i’m afraid that i never will again
as time goes by, i will forget
to mourn for what might have been
i miss the way you made me feel
like it would all turn out alright
now every morning proves you wrong
but i still hope every night
and i miss the tears i used to cry
the pain, it seemed, to hasten the time
i miss the questions from care and concern
with my reply (it’s a lie) i’m not doing just fine
you always wanted honesty
thought i never let you in
but i’d spill out all my secrets if i
could just see you again
i miss the way you used to walk
stub your toe, but never cuss
i miss our all night arguments
you know i just miss “us”
i miss the pawprints on my windshield
that cat you made me buy
chased into the road one day
i never got to say goodbye
i miss that special mug you used
when the day called for caffine
and i miss being accused
of hiding all my feelings
i miss the way you doubted what’s true
i never kept anything from you.
January 8th, 2000
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