Aug 14, 2009

gutted


how do l feel now?
gutted a young lads older brother has been killed in the afganisten conflict,
lost and empty
my words and attempts to console appear less then appropite.
only the day before this 12 year old lad was telling us on a cliff top ramble how he could not wait for his brother to be home.
the first funeral of a young person l attended this preist sang this peice of music and never found it again but the words are still in my headjukebox now
my love will be with you to the ends of this earth

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. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"