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Stubborn and strong He walked through the world often misunderstood For there was always a smile, a smirk under that serious exterior of his A heart full of love A passion for the simple things in life As though it were yesterday I recall walking on the boardwalk trolling across the glassy bay driving for hours on our way to nowhere in seach of ourselves I hear his voice in my mind Mighty and deep, yet cracked by life and time Jokes and stories, reassurance and advice I search for them there When I need to smile When I need to be brave When I search for answers I can't find on my own And now as I write A tear makes its way down my cheek Though he's so far away He's so close in my heart Freed from a life that ended in sickness and pain He's so alive withiin me it's been years since his obnoxious snore awakened the whole house it's been years since his laughter filled the room It's been years since he held my tiny hand And made my world seem alright I am who I am Becasue of who he taught me to be.
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Feb 19, 2011
Feb 19, 2011 at 7:02 PM UTC
Always In My Heart
Stubborn and strong He walked through the world often misunderstood For there was always a smile, a smirk under that serious exterior of his A heart full of love A passion for the simple things in life As though it were yesterday I recall walking on the boardwalk trolling across the glassy bay driving for hours on our way to nowhere in seach of ourselves I hear his voice in my mind Mighty and deep, yet cracked by life and time Jokes and stories, reassurance and advice I search for them there When I need to smile When I need to be brave When I search for answers I can't find on my own And now as I write A tear makes its way down my cheek Though he's so far away He's so close in my heart Freed from a life that ended in sickness and pain He's so alive withiin me it's been years since his obnoxious snore awakened the whole house it's been years since his laughter filled the room It's been years since he held my tiny hand And made my world seem alright I am who I am Becasue of who he taught me to be.
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amber
American
Feb 19, 2011
Feb 19, 2011 at 7:02 PM UTC
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