Goodby

Falstaff · Dec 21, 2005, 03:18 PM

Feel like leaving
I never wanted stay
I told you to stop believing
I never mattered anyway

The road goes on forever
I dont care what you say
I cant be that clever
this has to be the day

close your eyes
and I will be gone
tommorow sunny skys
it wont take that long

you will forget about me
and forget about our love
keep your heart free
fly as free as a dove

life is like a riddle
you never know the meaning till the end
never bother with the questions
broken hearts will always mend

you have your life now
something you always had to rearrange
no more shadows in the doorway
the only constant in our lives is change

If you think about me
find a flower and rub it against your face
like the sweet smell of springtime
someday I will return to this place

I never wanted something to keep
I never wanted a loving wife
cant fly unless you learn to leap
find your bright blue sky and I will find my life..
Good by...
dont cry
we all must die
memories we have all learned
like a comet across the night sky
time is the fire in which we burn...

pr0digal jenius · Dec 22, 2005, 04:36 AM

"time is the fire in which we burn..."

excellent line

Falstaff · Dec 22, 2005, 07:09 AM

I know it gets used often enough, but it rings true....

mainman · Jan 9, 2006, 02:47 AM

You talented old fart...

See you still have a way with words...

Falstaff · Jan 9, 2006, 07:17 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by mainman

You talented old fart...

See you still have a way with words...

Its been a hell of a summer and winter Helios..

I watched a good woman die from cancer and set her ashes and spirit free,

and never knew how much I cared or her son really cared about me.

I watched another woman give up drugs forever and start a new life,

I was always her good friend, but she could never be a wife.

I watched people change forever and I watched time stand still

I watched strong people become weak and watched my daughter find her own will.

I felt warm snow on my face and stood as long as I could.

I found the voice of the wind and the true spirits of the woods.

I found my father's love for me in the memories he kept under his bed

I saw his old military foot locker and his pictures and heard what my mother said.

How a man against all odds raised not one but two fine boys.

and yet he keeps a curl of our own hair in a cigar box and a few of our old toys.

I found a tiny burning ember of compassion and I fanned it into a searing flame.

I scorched and roasted my fears into dust until only faith and courage remained.

I stood at the edge of despair and leaned as far as I could into the bottomless pit.

Felt the icy chill of death the winds of bleak oblivion and walked away from that crypt.

My heart and soul were buried for a time, under the wieght of my own terrible sins.

I turned my burdens over to my higher power and felt my own life begin again.

I heard the tiny voice within in me get louder until I heard it pierce the sky above..

It wasnt the thunder of anger, but the one perfect note the sound of my own love.

whether I die tommorow or live for a few more years who can really say.

Just give me legs to stand on, air to breath and I will make the most of every day

I know I can stay as long as the world will let me for I truly have learned to live.

It was never what I took on my journey or what I kept, it was really about what I give.

mainman · Jan 10, 2006, 05:42 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Falstaff

Its been a hell of a summer and winter Helios..

I watched a good woman die from cancer and set her ashes and spirit free,
and never knew how much I cared or her son really cared about me.
I watched another woman give up drugs forever and start a new life,
I was always her good friend, but she could never be a wife.
I watched people change forever and I watched time stand still
I watched strong people become weak and watched my daughter find her own will.
I felt warm snow on my face and stood as long as I could.
I found the voice of the wind and the true spirits of the woods.
I found my father's love for me in the memories he kept under his bed
I saw his old military foot locker and his pictures and heard what my mother said.
How a man against all odds raised not one but two fine boys.
and yet he keeps a curl of our own hair in a cigar box and a few of our old toys.
I found a tiny burning ember of compassion and I fanned it into a searing flame.
I scorched and roasted my fears into dust until only faith and courage remained.
I stood at the edge of despair and leaned as far as I could into the bottomless pit.
Felt the icy chill of death the winds of bleak oblivion and walked away from that crypt.
My heart and soul were buried for a time, under the wieght of my own terrible sins.
I turned my burdens over to my higher power and felt my own life begin again.
I heard the tiny voice within in me get louder until I heard it pierce the sky above..
It wasnt the thunder of anger, but the one perfect note the sound of my own love.
whether I die tommorow or live for a few more years who can really say.
Just give me legs to stand on, air to breath and I will make the most of every day
I know I can stay as long as the world will let me for I truly have learned to live.
It was never what I took on my journey or what I kept, it was really about what I give.

ermm...i mean...see you've keept your self busy...

Falstaff · Jan 10, 2006, 11:58 AM

got to feel it man......

Dec 21, 2005, 03:18 PM	#1
Falstaff Old Codger Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: USAFA Posts: 19,048 Rep Power: 207	Goodby Feel like leaving I never wanted stay I told you to stop believing I never mattered anyway The road goes on forever I dont care what you say I cant be that clever this has to be the day close your eyes and I will be gone tommorow sunny skys it wont take that long you will forget about me and forget about our love keep your heart free fly as free as a dove life is like a riddle you never know the meaning till the end never bother with the questions broken hearts will always mend you have your life now something you always had to rearrange no more shadows in the doorway the only constant in our lives is change If you think about me find a flower and rub it against your face like the sweet smell of springtime someday I will return to this place I never wanted something to keep I never wanted a loving wife cant fly unless you learn to leap find your bright blue sky and I will find my life.. Good by... dont cry we all must die memories we have all learned like a comet across the night sky time is the fire in which we burn... __________________ "Inspiration is always a surprising visitor."

Dec 22, 2005, 07:09 AM	Thread Starter #3
Falstaff Old Codger Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: USAFA Posts: 19,048 Rep Power: 207	I know it gets used often enough, but it rings true.... __________________ "Inspiration is always a surprising visitor."

Jan 10, 2006, 11:58 AM	Thread Starter #7
Falstaff Old Codger Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: USAFA Posts: 19,048 Rep Power: 207	got to feel it man...... __________________ "Inspiration is always a surprising visitor."

Dec 22, 2005, 04:36 AM	#2
pr0digal jenius Delete Me Join Date: Mar 2004 Posts: 14,648 Rep Power: 0	"time is the fire in which we burn..." excellent line

Jan 9, 2006, 02:47 AM	#4
mainman Mr. Nobody Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: OmniPresent Nightwatcher Posts: 5,961 Rep Power: 71	You talented old fart... See you still have a way with words...