I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one,
I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles when day is done.
I'd like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days.
I'd like the tears of those who grieve to dry before the sun,
Of happy memories that I leave behind when day is done.
In Loving Memory of B. J. Brei
(1976-2003)
with Him guarding my heart in the most tender loving ways, He brings me my best friend to NH for a taekwondo tournament on a weekend that i needed someone to turn to most...she waved in the distance; i approached her, hugged her, and bawled. why do bad things happen to good people? the mystery of human suffering. the mystery of faith. the whimpers of my heart cry louder than the tears from my eyes. to a hero i never truly met, but to a legend not to be forgotten. who is God? i ask. a lot can be spoken with only a few words. truly this puts things into perspective.
I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles when day is done.
I'd like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days.
I'd like the tears of those who grieve to dry before the sun,
Of happy memories that I leave behind when day is done.
In Loving Memory of B. J. Brei
(1976-2003)
with Him guarding my heart in the most tender loving ways, He brings me my best friend to NH for a taekwondo tournament on a weekend that i needed someone to turn to most...she waved in the distance; i approached her, hugged her, and bawled. why do bad things happen to good people? the mystery of human suffering. the mystery of faith. the whimpers of my heart cry louder than the tears from my eyes. to a hero i never truly met, but to a legend not to be forgotten. who is God? i ask. a lot can be spoken with only a few words. truly this puts things into perspective.
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