by Timothy G. Branfalt Sr. | |
Published on: May 4, 2009 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
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If it's time to say hello my friend, I just wonder where we are? This time you will not go, my friend, because the flight was quite too far. But here together, as we all should, because it was us that did all we could. We tried to make some common sense, but who ran it all, shallow, dense. Our happiness will supercede All qualities on earth indeed. Our live's will be newborn and tender And from each soul our love will render- A massive form of energy that will be given equally You may not have the eyes to see But the sense of souls will all be free. Keep this day with you, If it is there? Passing on Life's new affair. Glorious will be what we have found, because of that attempt to turn around. What more could be asked. Completion of All the tasks? What more could be given with the things we have livin'. Our past has shown attempts and only corruption. We moved fast to make cities our final eruption. Look at the size of the life they have taken The beautiful paradise of which has been forsaken. But it's there, so more purified, with all chaos ended. And all souls that were torn apart will be truly mended. See, it's simple as you become wiser they say. Because it is in everyword you say that you pray. We don't need any greed, or this power on earth Just a flaming new soul, that will transcend to rebirth.-- « return. |