Every night I die. Living life as Martyr. You will be my flag bearers, and t shirt wearers. Struggle songs will ring out in my name, for my namesake. Art and intoxication are of my own grand design, spelled out on graph and staff paper for the publisher to distribute. He is me too. Mr. Mi.2.
Don’t think I’ve forgotten about our mischeives, and indeeds. Fuel is old school, and I just need the real thing sunlight in my eyes to see a brighter day. No empty call log can keep me away from you truly. I visit all the time in my mind, and am usually greeted with open arms, so don’t say you don’t miss me for the love you give me just the same.
My nomad travels will take me around the world in 80 ways, but no hot air can keep the glare from your stare off the back of my brain. You’re always there. Making me what I am destined to be.
A treasure on the other side of the rainbow is what I’ll find and bring home to split amongst us honorable theives. But till then, my, how the colors bend, and how I’m lost in the lulling fall of the leaves.
Hero children rejoice! Let not your worries be of my woe. I’ll carry these blunders. My feet will trod wonders, through thunderstorm tempests and snow. I’ve much more to learn, yet when I return I’ll have with me something to show.
My journey is not in vain, pray your prayers will reach me and teach me of how compassion and friendship is more diligent than any technology can deliver. For “in life as in battle, honor is paramount.”, and therefore I will charge on into the fray, for you, and for us come what may.
‘Autumn Leaves’. ‘September in the Rain’. ‘Days of Wine and Roses’. Sad loves songs to compliment the pain. But none is sadder than my own refrain, yet still I’ll sing, till we’re together once again.
Yours Forever and Today, I’ll Remain.
Don’t think I’ve forgotten about our mischeives, and indeeds. Fuel is old school, and I just need the real thing sunlight in my eyes to see a brighter day. No empty call log can keep me away from you truly. I visit all the time in my mind, and am usually greeted with open arms, so don’t say you don’t miss me for the love you give me just the same.
My nomad travels will take me around the world in 80 ways, but no hot air can keep the glare from your stare off the back of my brain. You’re always there. Making me what I am destined to be.
A treasure on the other side of the rainbow is what I’ll find and bring home to split amongst us honorable theives. But till then, my, how the colors bend, and how I’m lost in the lulling fall of the leaves.
Hero children rejoice! Let not your worries be of my woe. I’ll carry these blunders. My feet will trod wonders, through thunderstorm tempests and snow. I’ve much more to learn, yet when I return I’ll have with me something to show.
My journey is not in vain, pray your prayers will reach me and teach me of how compassion and friendship is more diligent than any technology can deliver. For “in life as in battle, honor is paramount.”, and therefore I will charge on into the fray, for you, and for us come what may.
‘Autumn Leaves’. ‘September in the Rain’. ‘Days of Wine and Roses’. Sad loves songs to compliment the pain. But none is sadder than my own refrain, yet still I’ll sing, till we’re together once again.
Yours Forever and Today, I’ll Remain.
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