My OperaTo My Brother
Friday, June 22, 2007 5:31:11 PM
(Late Tungnung Khamzahau Zou)
WE LIVE TO LOVE YOU MORE EACH DAY
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Goodbye my Brother
Death is so permanent for those who haven’t tried it
Death is too tragic when destiny shows up early
Death is anything and everything like those enjoying wine
Death is a white sky at night and everything is great for those who want to imagine
Death is playing banjo songs without time
Death is a monster movie come alive for those that have not died
Death has no direction
Death dies out another cigarette
Death is always on vacation
Death rolls the dice behind whispers of prayers
Death is slow motion
Death is better than sex
Death is good as long as it is somebody else
Death is a sweet symphony when it ‘s right
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In Our Hearts
We thought of you with love today.
But that was nothing new.
We thought about you yesterday.
And days before that too.
We think of you in silence.
We often speak your name.
Now all we have is memories,
and your picture in a frame.
Your memory is our keepsake.
With which we'll never part.
God has you in his keeping.
We have you in our heart.
Your Dear Mother & Siblings Remembers You Each Day,
We ceaselessly talks of your knid heartedness.
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Whispers of Brother
Silently I hear your voice
It seems to whisper to me that way
Heart trodden on the asphalt
Your memory does not fade.
Yesterdays and tomorrows.
Have suddenly all been changed.
You left with no good-bye.
Now it stays with me every day.
Sometime in the future
We'll meet again I'm told
Then we will make
New memories to unfold
Watching up above me
Is that you I often see?
Waiting there in patience
With much to tell to me
So silently I whisper
It appears I'll talk to you that way
Heart trodden on the asphalt
Your memory for me will never fade
But they that wait upon the LORD
shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings as eagles;
they shall run and not be weary;
and they shall walk and not faint.
Isaiah 40:31 [KJV]
In memory of my Brother
who died to young to pass his youth.
But lives as a youth forever in the heavens
Rest in peace my dear brother.
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Memory of you
You are but a memory to my dear heart
that dwindles as each day passes me by.
My heart yearns for you, but you're not there,
only your memory is, and that hurts even more.
The tears are all too real and they follow the pain
my heart feels when it misses you so.
Memory upon memory floods the gates
and soon I begin to drown in them.
Each better than the last but all so sweet and real.
The memory is real but its fading too fast
its uncontrolable, and its evaporating
like dew drops in the sun.
I try to gather them up quickly, place them in a jar, but
the time is quicker than I, and it speeds up the sun's steal.
O I wish you could be here and not just your memory
because you are by far better than the thought of the past.
As each sunset brings forth a new day,
I think about the memory, and the pain it brings
is too immense but the tears are even bigger.
You are but a memory that is quickly fading
and only you can fix that my dear.
Though my heart hurts so much from the pain
only you can save me.
Like each sunset brings forth a new time,
this sunset will bring you to me.
And love back into the mourning heart
WE LIVE TO LOVE YOU MORE EACH DAY
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Goodbye my Brother
Death is so permanent for those who haven’t tried it
Death is too tragic when destiny shows up early
Death is anything and everything like those enjoying wine
Death is a white sky at night and everything is great for those who want to imagine
Death is playing banjo songs without time
Death is a monster movie come alive for those that have not died
Death has no direction
Death dies out another cigarette
Death is always on vacation
Death rolls the dice behind whispers of prayers
Death is slow motion
Death is better than sex
Death is good as long as it is somebody else
Death is a sweet symphony when it ‘s right
--------------------------------------------------
In Our Hearts
We thought of you with love today.
But that was nothing new.
We thought about you yesterday.
And days before that too.
We think of you in silence.
We often speak your name.
Now all we have is memories,
and your picture in a frame.
Your memory is our keepsake.
With which we'll never part.
God has you in his keeping.
We have you in our heart.
Your Dear Mother & Siblings Remembers You Each Day,
We ceaselessly talks of your knid heartedness.
---------------------------------------
Whispers of Brother
Silently I hear your voice
It seems to whisper to me that way
Heart trodden on the asphalt
Your memory does not fade.
Yesterdays and tomorrows.
Have suddenly all been changed.
You left with no good-bye.
Now it stays with me every day.
Sometime in the future
We'll meet again I'm told
Then we will make
New memories to unfold
Watching up above me
Is that you I often see?
Waiting there in patience
With much to tell to me
So silently I whisper
It appears I'll talk to you that way
Heart trodden on the asphalt
Your memory for me will never fade
But they that wait upon the LORD
shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings as eagles;
they shall run and not be weary;
and they shall walk and not faint.
Isaiah 40:31 [KJV]
In memory of my Brother
who died to young to pass his youth.
But lives as a youth forever in the heavens
Rest in peace my dear brother.
------------------------------
Memory of you
You are but a memory to my dear heart
that dwindles as each day passes me by.
My heart yearns for you, but you're not there,
only your memory is, and that hurts even more.
The tears are all too real and they follow the pain
my heart feels when it misses you so.
Memory upon memory floods the gates
and soon I begin to drown in them.
Each better than the last but all so sweet and real.
The memory is real but its fading too fast
its uncontrolable, and its evaporating
like dew drops in the sun.
I try to gather them up quickly, place them in a jar, but
the time is quicker than I, and it speeds up the sun's steal.
O I wish you could be here and not just your memory
because you are by far better than the thought of the past.
As each sunset brings forth a new day,
I think about the memory, and the pain it brings
is too immense but the tears are even bigger.
You are but a memory that is quickly fading
and only you can fix that my dear.
Though my heart hurts so much from the pain
only you can save me.
Like each sunset brings forth a new time,
this sunset will bring you to me.
And love back into the mourning heart
