Somewhere in my dreams tonight
I'll see you standing there
You look at me with a smile
"Life isn't always fair"

You say you were chosen for his garden
His preciously hand picked bouquet
"God really needed me,
That's why I couldn't stay"

It's said to be that angels
Are sent from above
I've always had my angel
My brother - whose heart was filled with love

Wherever the ocean meets the sky
There will be memories of you and I
When I look up at that sky so blue
All I see are visions of you

"While there's a heart in me, you'll be a part of me."
Unknown "SJ" Intrigued - 15 years, 4 months, 27 days ago

I feel you in the morning
When at first I awake
Your thought is with me
With each decision I make

You'd been around forever
Since the first breath I took
Now I have to go on alone
But for love, I need not look

Cause by what you bestowed
In our short time together
Will last in my heart
Forever and ever

Although you've left
And now walk above
I'm never alone
I'm wrapped in your love

Enjoy now your long waited reward
Feel peace that your love continues on
What was taught to me, will be taught to mine
Cause you live on in me even after you've gone
Unknown "SJ" Intrigued - 15 years, 4 months, 27 days ago

I feel you in the morning
When at first I awake
Your thought is with me
With each decision I make

You'd been around forever
Since the first breath I took
Now I have to go on alone
But for love, I need not look

Cause by what you bestowed
In our short time together
Will last in my heart
Forever and ever

Although you've left
And now walk above
I'm never alone
I'm wrapped in your love

Enjoy now your long waited reward
Feel peace that your love continues on
What was taught to me, will be taught to mine
Cause you live on in me even after you've gone
Unknown "SJ" Intrigued - 15 years, 4 months, 27 days ago

We so love all new and unusual things that we even derive a secret pleasure
from the saddest and most tragic events, both because of their novelty and
because of the natural malignity that exists within us.

Unknown "SJ" Intrigued - 15 years, 6 months, 9 days ago

The garden is like a spoiled beauty. There is no limit to its demands
for admiration. It is new not only each spring, but each month, almost
each day of the year. You may be required to find something fresh to
say about it at least twenty-five times in one season, something which
usually turns out to be grossly ignorant and unsatisfactory.

Unknown "SJ" Intrigued - 15 years, 6 months, 9 days ago