It might sound a bit cheesy, all criticism welcomed.
Good Morning,
Birds are singing, trees are swinging,
The sun rises with all its force. It's rays touch the waters making them glow, but failed to touch the heart that is in mourn.
Good Afternoon,
The crowds gather in the streets for their daily bread,
Talking away the ideas in their heads. While others mourn their soulful pain, praying away for resignation to gain.
Good Evening,
The shadows begin to fade, as the sun begins to set.
The mourners eyes dry out, but the pain is still there being expressed with a shout. It is the only relief for them.
That, plus words of faith that end with "Amen"
Goodnight,
The everyday life takes a brief pause but not an end.
The ones we love we think we lost, we will meet again.
Life goes on after a life ends.
Just like the moon rises and the sun sets.
2007-08-25
08:40:39
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