The Echoing Sound of Waves (Iceland) by Jan Erik Waider
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The Echoing Sound of Waves (Iceland) by Jan Erik Waider
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Am I so beautiful that youâve no words left? - Midna, Twilight Princess
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Painful dreams of grief
Lately
At night
When I sleep
I feel the grief so heavy
My heart aches
And the tears never stop flowing
I clutch my chest and heave
And cry
And try to describe
The heartache
That resides
In my soul
But no words could explain
How much I miss you.
So I awake
In tears
Clutching my aching chest
And thinking of you
Wishing I could talk to you one more time
Hug you one more time
And hear you say âHey kiddo. I love you littlest tiniest girl.â
One more time.
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It is so deeply painful to lose someone from this physical world. I see him all around me. From the depths of my soul I weep and crumble like I never have before. God be with you âtill we meet again.
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.