Look not unto the vast and empty skies To seek to find the love that e'er has flown For in such grief such love may yet demise And lost in grief may cease to e'er be known Stout hearts may keep a candle vigil bright A homely beacon tremulous and warm And sheltered by its dancing flickered light May weather yet the dark unending storm Yet hope is oft an unforgiving friend And hope for love when love has flown may lead One down a lonely road that has no end So hope for love is oft a thankless deed Till hope has gone our eyes will ever roam The oceans wide till love returns to home
no count of years may still the hand of fate but yet the kindly sunrise eases pain as those who fought arise to fight again with little rancour and without debate for once removed the horrors cease to grate on any soul and there’s no longer strain when each of us can see the future plain and know that we’re the owners of the state this is the promise made by those who sleep beneath our soil whose lives gave ours full worth that a bright morning would our people see not as a flock of tired and hungry sheep but as a folk in fullest time of mirth enjoying every taste of liberty
i lost myself in you. i forgot my favorite song, my favorite movie, my favorite place to go , my favorite food, and i realized everything i loved was not really mine but yours and that is not the way things should be.