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Please don’t cry even though i spread my wings and took to the sky I am still here with you through the night So please don’t weep like the beloved willow
Grandfather I wonder why you passed so quickly I miss you ever day but you died from being sickly Sometimes I wonder what heaven is like Are you with angels taking a high flight?
They say that love is a battlefield.So do you feel the beating of my heart every step you take in combatDoes the dust in the air create silhouettes of my face,Do you try to feel the embrace of my arms
As my heart sits so silently as if it were under a willow tree I think quitely, and weep somely as when I was awaken so abruptly The loud yells and the tears stream from my mothers face
I dream of the day I write of a lost love,
In a poem I once read
The woman stood in front of the table, her sad hands holding his flag. It's days like this that when she can't cope. She can't seem to forget the day they called, informing her of his death in battle.
The ring glistened in the light above/ telling all just how to love/ once just meant for show and fashion/now presents this love and passion// The woman owning this precious ring/ was quite big into helping/ a caring heart for all she sees/ an op
When the wind blew through the September skyline, With the grass seemingly floating- soft and golden- I could have sworn that I saw you. Wonderful you, sitting underneath the willow Your hands wide open.
The day came and went The time went to fast I thought I knew when Knew when it would all end Changes keep coming Time keeps passing It gets harder by the day Knowing you can't listen