When

When the light comes again
We may not be here
Does that make the light
Any less glorious?
When the pain comes again
We may not be here
Does that make the pain
Any less wrong?
When the music comes again
We will be with it.

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Love is not a gift,
For it causes as much pain as happiness
Love is not a sickness
For there is no cure
Love is not a state of mind
Or it would always be available
Love is nothing more or less
Than willingness.

On her birthday

Hey, little girl,
For that you'll always be,
I'm still the same,
No matter what you see,
Times've been good
And times've been bad
We've been happy and we've been sad
But give me one last hug
Tell you what I'll do
Come heaven or hell
I'll always love you.







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