nothing made you happy
nothing gave me peace
yet now we found
the heading to where
we will be nothing soon
hold my hands
a final time
if only for a while
we will soon reach
the wake of our being
hear the music
that traveled before
in silence between us
let us fill in the lyrics
with what we wanted to hear
see the sun set
over the roads
we leave behind today
may new roots take shelter
and bloom tomorrow
and when the days to come
are gone by
if a fading memory intrudes upon
the happiness you find
may you pardon
with kindness or abandon
or interrupt my peace in turn
with fresh flowers
or old conversation
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Mar 31, 2024
Mar 31, 2024 at 11:07 AM UTC
nothing made you happy
nothing gave me peace
yet now we found
the heading to where
we will be nothing soon
hold my hands
a final time
if only for a while
we will soon reach
the wake of our being
hear the music
that traveled before
in silence between us
let us fill in the lyrics
with what we wanted to hear
see the sun set
over the roads
we leave behind today
may new roots take shelter
and bloom tomorrow
and when the days to come
are gone by
if a fading memory intrudes upon
the happiness you find
may you pardon
with kindness or abandon
or interrupt my peace in turn
with fresh flowers
or old conversation
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