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Looking Down My Street

Looking down my tree lined street
the setting sun casts her glow
upon the Chestnuts, Maples, and Oaks
dressed in worn out yellow ribbons
telling the story of friendship and loss
strength and courage.
How there was hope and there were dreams.
That life wouldn't pull us apart.
There was community and passion
and smiles each time you went through that revolving door.

We prayed, yes we prayed for us that we wouldn't lose you
that we wouldn't be missing someone so true.
I raise my head up to the skies
washing away a lingering tearful cry
and remember ....
Your amiable soul, dynamic, invincible and unique �
Your stupendous dose of humor, indulging, infectious and unstoppable. �
Your enthusiasm to give, to share, and your boundless care �
Your friendship, a treasure trove of trust worth. �
Wherever you were, there was harmony, and a breath of fresh air �

You were a friend, who never postponed one minute of life
You used every minute to fill ours with joy �
I raise my head high and remember �
i remember the moment my laughter died �
that moment when I asked why �
Why are the good, the chosen ones, to suffer for others 'evil �
Why do they go first, why do they die young �
Why are they now far, so far ? �

In that moment of helplessness and doubt
In that moment when faith was provoked �
I cried like a child, I didn t need another hero,
I just wanted my friend back �
I wanted him so bad to be near, to survive �

Once again I raised my head,
I got lost in the sky, �
And I swear I saw him with these eyes
And I swear, I heard him with these ears �
He said, 'Death is not for the living, I am so much alive ' �

Then, it was night !

I raised up my head, and a luminous star lit
my once darkened sky with warm breezing light