Gary G Willmore

Clocks stand motionless,
abbreviation in time.
Resolved to the outcome of matters pending,
solitary definition to events lost.
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Fields of stone,

I pray for guidance in this storm
Knowing this wind will blow me on
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Our dead will mock the searing heat
my wounds will blister black,
You tell us that our strength was sold
to help win your country back,
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Ethical, Integrity, Accountability, Compassion, Sorrow
Words in your demented world which are foreign to your soul
Alas the terrors of being committed to one as you flying so high
All drawn from the heavens or hell with words that you speak in grace
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Love can never prevail,
Constantly denied by deceit.
Animosity at consenting heartache
Bewitched by the sprit on this journey
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There comes a time when you just have to walk away from the hurt and drama placed on your soul by people who would cast you aside with the first change of weather.

We try to surround ourselves with people with integrity, flexibility and ethics, friends that make you laugh and focus on life, but if you fall will always hold out a hand to help you back up,
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As I sail this moonlit sea to home, a storm has found me out on my own

this sea is a mountain I'll have to fly white caps of fury, so hard to survive
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Voices shall call us from the dark

Will this soul of a man be judged by the heart of his partner?
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Go as a pilgrim and seek out your quest Far from the comforts and well-lit avenues of life,

Only to bet your soul against the human unknown, seeking intimate wealth in the company of friends,
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I think about this term, and what it's all about?
Well it's reaching deep inside yourself when the wife has turned you out.
It's getting' bucked off every bull that you've ever rode or seen;
Going hungry, and telling yourself "I'm not starving', I'm just lean"
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The Venus fly trap

So soft and smooth your hands touch mine,
Your voice with trimmers of love,
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Battle Cry

Six thousand soldiers we march through the night
Cold winds and rain keeping the next man in sight
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Sunshine breaks the dawn
As stench of decay drifts on the winds our way
The beast we have tempered today
But tomorrow is a new morn
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As I awake this fine morning, a new day of my life
With fleeting memories of this woman so warm by my side
She lays there still sleeping, this angel so in peace
The passion of last evening our souls we did release
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Dreams constantly reverting back to
Incredible innocence of undying love
But memories of betrayal hurt the
Innermost sanctum of this soul
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What evil time has history chosen to bring us to this land?
Death and dying lie all around these fields where poppies stand

We fight this hell and pray to God we'll make it through this day
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Now comes the time to lay me down
On this cold October morn
Memories of life, which I have lived
With all the discomforts, some glory
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Go as a pilgrim and seek out your quest
Far from the comforts and well lit avenues of life
Only to bet your soul against the human unknown
Seeking intimate wealth in the company of friends
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Here we sleep in death betrayed but honored in name
So for you of little faith and governing powers can keep that peace
For which we few paid the ultimate price only a soldier will pay
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