each of these hold a special meaning to my heart... for i have family in the army and i had a grandfather whom 3 years ago lost his battle with lukiemia (blood cancer)... i also had love but lost it.
the ones who give their lives (a ode)
my grandpa
(elegy)
love a divine needle (lyric)
the ones who give their lives (a ode)
may you go forth
like wind from the divines
to meet the skies
the strong may never grow tire
may you not lay in the quagmire
give it your all
go onto the walls
see the light
in the cold dusk bright
may darkness not hold you tonight
like wind from the divines
to meet the skies
the strong may never grow tire
may you not lay in the quagmire
give it your all
go onto the walls
see the light
in the cold dusk bright
may darkness not hold you tonight
my grandpa
(elegy)to whom the stubbron
may you rest
lest you be weary
god and heaven above
take the soul
to the angles above
for he cared
he loved the childern
may you take him under wing
like a arm to a sling
nuture the poor mans soul
in order to make him whole
may you rest
lest you be weary
god and heaven above
take the soul
to the angles above
for he cared
he loved the childern
may you take him under wing
like a arm to a sling
nuture the poor mans soul
in order to make him whole
love a divine needle (lyric)
lover swirl
like a whril
a motion so divine
like a needle with a line
swirving and curving
to make a cloth called love
to show the heavens above
look upon the man and woman
just as they sit in the motion
weeving their love
like silk from spider thread
so smooth and plain
as man was made in bane
to call a name
like a whril
a motion so divine
like a needle with a line
swirving and curving
to make a cloth called love
to show the heavens above
look upon the man and woman
just as they sit in the motion
weeving their love
like silk from spider thread
so smooth and plain
as man was made in bane
to call a name
