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I heard it from the birds, a whistle low From the backs of their cold wings, a message dry I heard it from the birds, a mourning low I heard tell from the birds that you were gone A bullet earned you cold wings of your own And no one was there to hear it save the birds So sing quietly, I have ears only for you When they play your song, how I hope you'll hear As these birds sing on and on

Little dove, innocent child, You'll never be alone. So young and dear, You needn't fear. War is for when you've grown. Little dove, innocent child, For you a cuff of bone From soldiers passed And gone to rest. Carve new wars of your own. Little dove, innocent child. I wish I could atone. But after spring, They clipped your wings; Now you wear chains of stone. Little dove, innocent child, How could we have known? The fields are dust; The flowers rot, And innocence is gone.

Who would blame two children for the mistakes they make together Who keep their betrayal with the secrets they hold bound and tethered No love shared under sheets No love lost when separate And always hear them saying, "This won't be forever."

I'm sorry for all the people I hurt unintentionally. It's too long to list all the names and mistakes, and even if an apology won't change the way things are now, I hope it can begin to heal these wounds we all still have. It's been a long last few years for all of us. I wish there was something I could say that could change all of that, but there isn't. So I'm sorry. For the things I did that you didn't agree with: I'm sorry. For anything I said that misled you: I'm sorry. For breaking your heart and my vows and any of your personal belongings: I'm sorry. For the tears and the pain and the worry and fights: I'm sorry. There are words I

I heard it from the birds, a whistle low From the backs of their cold wings, a message dry I heard it from the birds, a mourning low I heard tell from the birds that you were gone A bullet earned you cold wings of your own And no one was there to hear it save the birds So sing quietly, I have ears only for you When they play your song, how I hope you'll hear As these birds sing on and on

    Someone once told me that life is made up of choices. Of course, there are other factors too - lies and truths, fear and bravery, actions and reactions. But the main thing is choice.    Someone chose to fly a kite in the middle of a lightning storm and discovered electricity. Someone chose to defy gravity and built a flying machine...even though everyone said they were crazy. Someone chose to love another human being, then they chose to create a life together and chose to love her too.   Humans were meant to choose right over wrong, freedom over captivity, and justice over cruelty. Sometimes those choices lead us to battles where we fin

That hole in the wall stares back Blaming, insulting, And wondering how it got there. The hole in my chest is bigger, But it doesn't question the void. Petty words and wasted breath Prompted by nothing more than a Misunderstanding. Ugly as bloody knuckles from where Rage takes control. Petty words I can't remember drip From such sinful lips and Escape forever into the night. Unbidden, irrational anger that doesn't stop And wounds and wounds and wounds Wounds heal, and the hole in the Wall can be filled But the hole in your chest stares, Gaping, blaming And doesn't forget how it got there. The hole in my chest is bigger, But it doesn't car

I wonder why these circumstances Fall upon us. Stricken with Such grief and loss. It really Doesn't seem fair, all this suffering. I wonder if my yoke would be any easier If I were a better person. Could I save my family from these Awful events after we've already been so tried? I wonder if heaven really exists; Did they even make it there? It might be only wistful thinking, But I hope wherever they are, they're happy. I wonder what I can do now; I'd like to undo all this and ease the pain. These words are all I can give though, For I am just a simple writer.