'Here be friends...
Here be heroes...
Here be sunshine...
Here be grey...
Here be life...
Here love lies bleeding...
Memories so hazy...
And dreams that drove me crazy
Here be down...
Here be paradise...
Here be starbright...
Here be pain...
Here be smiles in eyes like rainbows...
My father and my mother...
My sisters and my brother
Pictured within'
- Jon Lord
I have no graveside to visit
No sombre place where the grass just grows
No hallowed ground with sadness implicit
No flower holder for a rose
Nowhere to stand in silence and remember
Nowhere to listen to the fall of rain
No headstone, ashes or dying ember
Nowhere to go and feel the pain
Instead I will find quietness somewhere
Instead I will make my own place
Where the soft breezes or high winds rare
Will help me to envisage your face
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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