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God or gold (opens the original)
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In this life I've learned not toSeek out God or gold But to find beauty in the simple pleasuresAnd the love I've been gifted to holdI've not sought to sew harshness or painI've treasured the winds of winter And I've danced in the pouring rain I find reassurance sometimes in just a gestureOr a fleeting wordAnd though there are those that I long for Grief is like the call of a wayward birdIn this life I've learned To seek neither God or goldTo anchor my path to no stranger To take each moment as m
To Live Without Her (opens the original)
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I don't want to take anything with meI dream to shed this skinThe material things housed withinGet rid of it all and finally begin To live in this world without her —I dare myself to toss it all awayThe memories The feeling of yesterday The smell of her, the hidden reminder I look at these things in some hopeJust to find her But she's gone —I long to bare my soulNaked and suddenly bold Pain out in the open for all to seeThis is me This is meThis is me—Oh And the gravity Th
My Girl (opens the original)
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It’s been 3 weeks, 3 lifetimes, 3 millennia since she died in my arms and I am wholly changed. Broken in a way I didn’t know possible. This journey of grief has been both equal measures beautiful and debilitating, destabilising and definitive. It has been poignant and raw. It has taken everything from me and given me a view into a realm that I was not privy to until the moment before she lay one last time heavy on me, collapsing safely into my arms to sleep - forever sleep, forever in my dreams,
The Long Road Don’t Go Home (opens the original)
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Please take the long road home to AshteadTurn the minutes into milesI'll wind down all the windows And watch the world go by a while —On the long road home to AshteadTake as long as you can please I dread the home bereft of herIt brings me to my knees —On the long way home to Ashtead She's still waiting at the station as we passThe common full of thirsty trees And memories gone by too fast —Please take the long road home to Ashtead I can't open up the doorCan't shut the gate, can't rest my head
The Spectrum of Grief (opens the original)
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And now in this time of grief I see past what exists as it does nowTo a different realm A new kind of beauty that steals my breathAnd cradles me in the most suffocating mannerYou were in the eclipse tonight Just as you lay at rest, the foot of my bed Ever empty Your eyes burned into mine that day I harness all of you as I paint this new picture Of lifeWith colours I have never been able to see beforeThe sunglasses that hide my eyesAre now a window to this space Where you exist but only for me So
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