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Lasting Happiness
salut Mom,
It's been a while
Since toi sat suivant to me,
Since I saw toi smile
I miss toi Mom
I wish toi were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see toi Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my cœur, coeur in two
I'll always remember Mom,
toi taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling toi Mom
Losing toi killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what toi were Mom,
Strong.
In everything toi said
In everything toi did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever Lost a parent.
It's been a while
Since toi sat suivant to me,
Since I saw toi smile
I miss toi Mom
I wish toi were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see toi Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my cœur, coeur in two
I'll always remember Mom,
toi taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling toi Mom
Losing toi killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what toi were Mom,
Strong.
In everything toi said
In everything toi did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever Lost a parent.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the secondes of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But toi should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do toi do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three plus seconds, gone, like that,
Did toi use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these secondes in hell.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the secondes of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But toi should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do toi do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three plus seconds, gone, like that,
Did toi use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these secondes in hell.
His Melody
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the colline
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the colline
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
