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Hanging by threads of palest silver

I could have stayed that way forever

Bad blood and ghosts wrapped tight around me

Nothing could ever seem to touch me



I lose what I love most

Did you know I was lost until you found me?



A stroke of luck or a gift from God?

The hand of fate or devil's claws?

From below or saints above?

You came to me



Here comes the cold again

I feel it closing in

It's falling down and

All around me falling



You say that you'll be there to catch me

Or will you only try to trap me

These are the rules I make

Our chains were meant to break

You'll never change me



Here comes the cold again

I feel it closing in

You're falling down and

All around me falling



Stroke of luck or a gift from God?

Hand of fate or devil's claws?

From below or saints above?

You come to me now



Don't ask me why

Don't even try



A stroke of luck or a gift from God?

The hand of fate or devil's claws?

From below or saints above?

You came to me



Here comes the cold again

I feel it closing in

It's falling down and

All around me falling



Falling, falling

Falling, falling

Falling, falling.

i was dead

i came alive

i was tears

i became laughter



all because of love

when it arrived

my temporal life

from then on

changed to eternal



love said to me

you are not

crazy enough

you don't

fit this house



i went and

became crazy

crazy enough

to be in chains



love said

you are not

intoxicated enough

you don't

fit the group



i went and

got drunk

drunk enough

to overflow

with light-headedness



love said

you are still

too clever

filled with

imagination and skepticism



i went and

became gullible

and in fright

pulled away

from it all



love said

you are a candle

attracting everyone

gathering every one

around you



i am no more

a candle spreading light

i gather no more crowds

and like smoke

i am all scattered now



love said

you are a teacher

you are a head

and for everyone

you are a leader



i am no more

not a teacher

not a leader

just a servant

to your wishes



love said

you already have

your own wings

i will not give you

more feathers



and then my heart

pulled itself apart

and filled to the brim

with a new light

overflowed with fresh life



now even the heavens

are thankful that

because of love

i have become

the giver of light

Death is not the end

Death can never be the end.



Death is the road.

Life is the traveller.

The Soul is the Guide



...



Our mind thinks of death.

Our heart thinks of life

Our soul thinks of Immortality.

(to the soul of every victim of war)



I lost my mother

I lost my father

I lost my brother

And lost my dreams too



I lost my friends

I lost my family

I lost my sister

And lost my will too



I lost my school

I lost my work

I lost my city

And lost my rights too



I lost my day

I lost my night

I lost my sight

And lost my morning dew



by: Ezekiel Johnson

"Ah, are you digging on my grave,

My loved one? -- planting rue?"

-- "No: yesterday he went to wed

One of the brightest wealth has bred.

'It cannot hurt her now,' he said,

'That I should not be true.'"



"Then who is digging on my grave,

My nearest dearest kin?"

-- "Ah, no: they sit and think, 'What use!

What good will planting flowers produce?

No tendance of her mound can loose

Her spirit from Death's gin.'"



"But someone digs upon my grave?

My enemy? -- prodding sly?"

-- "Nay: when she heard you had passed the Gate

That shuts on all flesh soon or late,

She thought you no more worth her hate,

And cares not where you lie.



"Then, who is digging on my grave?

Say -- since I have not guessed!"

-- "O it is I, my mistress dear,

Your little dog , who still lives near,

And much I hope my movements here

Have not disturbed your rest?"



"Ah yes! You dig upon my grave...

Why flashed it not to me

That one true heart was left behind!

What feeling do we ever find

To equal among human kind

A dog's fidelity!"



"Mistress, I dug upon your grave

To bury a bone, in case

I should be hungry near this spot

When passing on my daily trot.

I am sorry, but I quite forgot

It was your resting place."

I begged my father not to go

He looked at me and

walked to the door so slow.



Tears filled his eyes as

he bade my mother goodbye

I began to cry.



He opened his arms to me

"I must protect my country you see."



I hugged him once and

kissed him twice

He wrapped his arms

around me, it felt so nice.



Rain started to wail,

she looked so frail

And I knew my

emotions would fail.



But instead of breaking

down and making things worse

My words came out

slow without a curse.



I dried my tears and

she looked at me

"Father will be back

some day, you will see."



Then as we all cried,

my mother took my hand

And she led us to a

place where we must hide.



It has been six years

That the war has

hammered in my ears.



But now it is done

And news has come.



Father is dead, but I am free

As free as I want to be.



So let's stand for a minute

with our hearts put in it.



And remember those father,

mothers and brother

that died so we could be free



By Lisa Krahn

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too:

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;



If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;

If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same:.

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;



If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings,

And never breathe a word about your loss:

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"



If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much:

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!



by Rudyard Kipling