Loving her was like  
A one ticket straight to death😭

Albert.

He was a wonderful, gentle soul
Always had everything under control
Born one of many
Back in nineteen twenty

Enemies weren't ever  made
He fought as a Master sergeant, facing the dark crusade
With people he saved

Went home after the war
To his wife, who he adored
Was a father of two
Who was very close to

Mr. Fix- it
Which he never once quit
Had four jobs to progress in life
His wife never once left his side

A Simple man, at best
Never had the chance to take a rest
Loved his hot, cozy comfort food
Never once saw him in a foul mood
Always robust with happiness and soaring energy
But time passed on and began to get elderly

As the years grew closer
And he got older
His health was at risk with his heart
Not wanting to begin to fall apart

He slipped away on Christmas Eve morning
Not giving us any warning
In nineteen ninety-seven
Now he resides in heaven

The only time he comes back alive
Is in my mind, fast asleep
When at times, I can hear his ghost creep
Silently into my room
And then suddenly wake up feeling in a slight gloom
Even though I can't see him I can feel his spirit all around
Wishing how he could’ve lived in our small Tennessee town

Albert left a legacy
Of how people should act and be
But those kinds of ways are all gone
He would've loved his life, living on Saint John
It's been Twenty-three years since he's passed
It's crazy how one's life can be gone in a flash

you got a girlfriend
but you say you love me
you got a girlfriend
but you say you need me

what is this behavior?

you always talk to me
whenever you are free
but you yourself
want to be
my topmost priority
now darling tell me

what is this behavior?

Starshine, I delight in, even if you're all
that's left of brilliant one, traveling
100,000's of years to this eye,
your shine will e'er be, for all eternity,
for I see you, now, you're being me too.

Ne'er a false-flag upon this brow, e'er bowed,
never cowered, humility's task at hand,
basking in the grind, as darkness must abound
light, just another body on la machine's
gears, blood may be no more than grease,

a tease, possibly, as I'm love, always will be,
to their delight, as they only strike
while the iron's hot, every moment,
as I must be not.  While their might
might make right, it e'er makes wrong, so

fraternity's song, shadows mimic whilst
speaking of light, rules, to the wee's
delight, as their dance of dark/light,
like agua uncontainably articulating,
sprouts wings, alights, takes flight.