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[title] => Our Tales the Stars Will Tell
[time] => 2019-06-27 09:20:55
[hometext] => So I recently have been listening to Mastadon/'/s great cover of Stairway to Heaven that was dedicated to their manager who was like family that passed away from pancreatic cancer and a girl I care for is going through something similar. An inspired tribute
[bodytext] => (I tried to do what I could to follow the rhythm and flow of Stairway to Heaven but I could only do so well.) //Sometimes we live and sometimes we grow With no seeds to sow and nothing to show With options blown away on brisk breezes To our regret, we must lament, that bereavement We take our struggles in stride, with bruises to pride And swallow the cries to call for our own refusal Sun and moon rise and heavens they wind Stars out at night, watching our fight One million spectators on black paper How is it so, that we must learn so? That despite all our hope and wishes we throw Heroes still die and the nameless will grieve them? Our conscience it bites, with our peace dead to rights Nerves tangle with spite, as our stomachs clench tight Fears rushing on, as we try to stay strong and relieve them Your heart quakes and roams, even while resting at home Feeling as though, you/'/ve been buried in stone Like the stars we aren/'/t that far and you/'/re not alone My heart it bleeds and the stains soak my sleeve My tongue it holds still but the care will still spill Into the aether to an oasis I hope we can find our selves a way there, to let down our hair Plan out the words and rest for a spell Speak in echoes and wells, for the stars to drink and then tell; Our stories that go on, with their writ sewn in bond Whispers of a life, that will some day be forgotten For the battle we fought, will be ringing out, not loud but so often [comments] => 4 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 21 [informant] => xHeathenx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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