The respirator tubes hooked up to a light
Surround the room emblems of remembering memories filled with heavy things, the man in the corner, moments are unfolded the lungs stayed respirating seconds later essence became stubble wait to shave it for the savior.
We breathe the air to save it for later.
A great man hiking a trail
A few paths to set sail
A crescent moon a family crest in his room
A luscious life too bright for a soft sight the might to do it all never wrong stood tall
We lost a great artist one that told us to look ahead and enjoy the progress
The only wrong is the slumber keep creating and debating and live with the little earn it widdle and see what you have next
Beyond the hill the love from the community set up becoming ill
Still cherished the grace erupted into faith the thanks and the hugs the love flowing from up above
Still life is still life captured in eternity
The words lost call me when you've heard of me, common sense and luminous
A boy with his huskies kept to himself anxiously, waiting for it patiently
I'll always see you in my sanctuary
Where the grass grows waveringly
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