There was a man on the hill
His silhouette silent, patient, and still
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Our time apart is a lonesome woe
But my love is strong and my heart it longs for that day in which we’ll grow
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My Oldest Best Friend (An Ode to Papa Vic)
Although our memories are few
They stick with me like glue
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Mom, You are my life giver, the source of my creation
You love me and care for me without any hesitation
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All You
You’re defiantly what I’ve been waiting for
You’re all I could ask and even more
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Although our memories are few
They stick with me like glue
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What if tomorrow was the end of me, was the end you
What if tomorrow wasn’t pretend, what if it all came to an end
What would say? What would you do?
Would you love me then? Or would you still hate me?
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We die in war, and live for peace
We fight for love, and rest only when deceased
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Silence Is...
Silence is an absence
Silence is profound
Silence is a conversation
Being had without sound
Silence is an expression
One that cannot be heard
Silence cannot be spoken
Although it is a word
Silence is a presence
Of great nothingness
Silence can be something
And yet cease to exist
Silence can fill a room
And have no mass at all
Silence cannot be dropped, yet it can fall
Silence is a mystery
That will forever go unsolved
Silence is how every sound can swiftly be dissolved
Silence is the sound of rest
The only sound that can sound best
While other sounds can cause great pain
Silence is not the sound to blame
For Silence is what silence is
Something that is nothing
Nothing that exists