A poem for Song...
There are things we must endure
Life, love, loss no stranger to our door
We live, then learn and pass the days
Taking lessons we must repay
Make note each day, mark them down
and wear upon your head a crown
inlaid with jewels cast of your tears
and swing a sword to cut your fears
to clear the path that lies before
to live, to learn, to love the more.
Change rides the strongest horse
and forever will always win
the race we run against it
the finish line crossed, we then begin
to live again, to love again to be again.
Hold dear and close the ones you love
teach them things borne of above
and you will find that in the end
we live again, love again, begin again
Ernest Patrick Paiz
October 6, 2010 3:39 pm / A windy, cloudy day
You are on the mountain at another passing
