In my life I’ve known bold men that laid down their souls
And we sing of their virtues through lyrics and prose
But none sing the praises of wives left alone
Or the children who live with no father at home
To glory we said and to battle they’d rush
While wives stay at home and forgive them they must
War is hell for everyone and we must never forget it
A prayer to the survivors who each day must relive it
Hurricane M and Hurricane I
Lives and homes lost
In the blink of an eye
The fires of hell burning
All hope is lost
The world is churning
Awaiting the final cost
One man guns down five hundred plus
Wars have been declared for less
Yet we roll over without even a fuss
To save ourselves from the mess
Of passing a law that may offend a few
Even though it will save all the rest
So the cameras are rolling
The scene is all set
The Orange man is all aglow
We know there is a toll
That has not been paid yet
Will this be his final blow
The stone is set;
My die has been cast
What the future brings;
Will slide into the past
No amount of want;
Can ever make it stay
It will fade into the memories;
Of just another day
It is only the first day of your birth, yet you have already sent your color into the vines that cover the fence. As summer dances to a final song, you darkened the sky and hurled your dampness down from the heavens. You sprinkled the night air with the shiver of change. You are not death, but you are the final gasps of life. So fling your hue across the world and let me drink you in before the silence and stillness of winter turns me to stone.
We emptied her room today
Faded photos of a mother
Holding children whose faces
That we can barely recall
We emptied her closet today
Clothes from summers and winters
Too long ago to remember
Now just charity donations
We emptied her life today
Forgotten pieces and fragments
Tucked neatly into drawers
Given to her by…who knows
We cried for her today
Heads on shoulders
Arms holding each other
In fear we will not remember
We promised to save her love today
Tucked it deep into our hearts
Where the tears could not find it
To wash it away
We said goodbye to her today.
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