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On
the Other Side
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On
this side of heaven the sound of weeping fills
tha air, hearts are heavy with sorrow, spirits weighted with care. But on the other side of heaven, angles lift their voices in song, as frineds and family gather, to welcome our friend home. While we comfort one another each asking the question, "Why?" on the side of heaven there is laughter that will never die. Heaven seems so silent here, life is so fragile, joy is so rare. But on the other side of heaven, souls rejoice in God's embrace, and in his presence there is no sorrow, On the other side of Hevaen's gates. |
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Damel E.
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Death
Is
it escaping from happiness By
Ashley M.
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Death and Life
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It
stalks the night
It stalks the day It seeks out life And whisks it away It's known as death And other things too But it's all the same What matters is you How do you see it? What does it mean? It's best if you know For death is unseen It can take you at day It can take you at night Knowing death well Can lend you some light The passage to death Is always unclear And it's best to know That you're very near For death is at hand It is for us all Know its face well So you don't stumble and fall |
Now
think hard on death
And know that it's near And the meaning of life Will be all too clear And that is to live For your heart's desire Not to stumble or fall But to burn with a fire A fire for life To live for each day To reach for your dreams No matter what people say Life is a question And death holds a clue Reach not for the answer For your life's not due Live for the moment that counts The moment and you Now I'm all done I've said what I'll say Just remember one thing Live for the day! |
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Olajumokei O.
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Life Life is what
you make it Mr. Smith & English Class 9-1 |
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Darkness
in My Eyes
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Where am
I, - it's very dark By Shada J. |
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| Stranger sit high
in the sky as long as you don't forget about a stranger he will never die. Look close at that star, there he goes. Just look at the way he flows. Stranger, soar as high as you can when you were here you stood so tall and so grand as the wind. You're no longer a stranger in my eye Whatever they say I don't care that is no lie. |
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Jonathan L.
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Do not stand
at my grave and weep Hopi prayer |