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He Who Dreamed

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He who dreamed and his dream remained
He who fought, won't forget for what he fought
He who remained awake through the night shall see the light of day
He who went away shall never see it
 
He who promised has not put down his sword
He who was called marched in front of everyone
He who loved - many loves are ahead of him
He who went away shall never love again.
 
And the mountains still burn with the fire of sunsets
And at dusk still blows the sea breeze
A thousand flowers still delight each heart with their bloom
He who went away shall never see them do.
 
He who dreamed and his dream came true
He who fought till he heard the victory cries
He who went through the night, and seen the light of day
He won't allow for us to forget the fallen
 
He who made a promise and got to keep it too
He who managed to return from the roads
He who pained, but understood that pain is mute
He won't allow for us to forget the ones who went
 
And the mountains still burn with the fire of sunsets
And at dusk still blows the sea breeze
A thousand flowers still delight each heart with their bloom
They'll be the ones to testify we've remembered them all
 

My Last Song

Why then should my last song
Be sad?
Every goodbye is a beginning,
Leaving a liberation.
 
My last song
Sings the praises of Peace
And the Love that wants nothing
Very profound, very honest, very quiet
 
What is left to be said
Before we go our own ways
Is hard to put in words
And yet is easy to understand
 
I'm full of gratitude.
What I found here I won't lose
And when I have to go then I just go
With a smile on my face.
 
Why then should my last song
Be sad?
Every goodbye is a beginning,
Leaving a liberation.
 
My last song
Sings the praises of Peace
And the Love that wants nothing
Very profound, very honest, very quiet
 
My heart's a sailing boat
Swaying on wild waves
I'm through with battling
That's why I won't be conquered.
 
I haven't reached my goal yet
But I'm beginning to understand:
It's as good as it is
Even when its sense eludes us.
 
Why then should my last song
Be sad?
Every goodbye is a beginning,
Leaving a liberation.
 
My last song
Sings the praises of Peace
And the Love that wants nothing
Very profound, very honest, very quiet
 
Each life is a river
That still has to find its course.
It's often hard, yet in the end
All rivers flow into the sea.
 
Why then should my last song
Be sad?
Every goodbye is a beginning,
Leaving a liberation.
 
My last song
Sings the praises of Peace
And the Love that wants nothing
Very profound, very honest, very quiet
 
Why then should my last song
Be sad?
 
Please alert me when spelling, print or other inconsistencies are spotted. Thank you!

That Will Always Be a Secret

Just why the old star, the good earth
Must forever revolve through heaven's blue
Yes, that will always be a secret
Nobody knows it quite correctly
Yes, that will always be a secret
Nobody knows it quite correctly
 
Why does the old man in his garden
Talk to the flowers as to his wife?
Yes, that will always be a secret
Nobody knows it quite correctly
Yes, that will always be a secret
Nobody knows it quite correctly
 
When we talk about love why do we pretend
There's only love between a man and a woman?
Yes, that will always be a secret
Nobody knows it quite correctly
Yes, that will always be a secret
Nobody knows it quite correctly
 
Why people can never live together in peace
Without walls, borders, barbed wire
Yes, that will always be a secret
Nobody knows it quite correctly
Yes, that will always be a secret
Nobody knows it quite correctly
 
Why does killing differ from killing (??)
One makes a show of it when in uniform
Yes, that will always be a secret
Nobody knows it quite correctly
Yes, that will always be a secret
Nobody knows it quite correctly
 
Every day all of us are in search of the truth
Will we be old and gray when finding it?
Yes, that will always be a secret
Nobody knows it quite correctly
Yes, that will always be a secret
Nobody knows it quite correctly
 
Please alert me when spelling, print or other inconsistencies are spotted. When spotting them myself I tend to lapse into a *#@%* mood!