Death

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'TIL DEATH US DO PART...

'TIL DEATH US DO PART...

Looking back I can still remember

The way I felt when you loved me tender

Now Its clear, it...

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I wish I knew why

I wish I knew why
So many people lie
I wish I knew why
So many innocent people die...

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Over the Moon

Over the Moon

If you could've been saved, I would've been over the moon.
But you died and you were taken far too...

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Little Girl

Little girl, sitting on the window sill
Writing about her pain
The only thing that soothes...

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Locket

Locket

I wake

I see nothing

I know nothing

I feel nothing

I taste...

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Denial.

Did you go somewhere quiet,
to find you some peace?
Did you like what you found
and...

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Bottle of Pain

Don't come to close
Careful where you step
Never try to hold me
Careful with how close...

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Help, A Little Late

Confusion, Panic,
I see the terror in your eyes.
Watch me fade away now, Youre left with my...

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Unselfish Act

Clinical coldness surrounds, as he sits down beside her
Yet in his vision, darkness is all he sees...

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Twisted minds

Twisted minds

Children go to school
bullets are flying
kids don't come home
mothers are crying...

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Unbearable

Unbearable

Why?

I was told no one should ever touch me.

I can't stop the tears.

I can't...

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PREMATURE DEATH

A life cut short prematurely is always a waste. Death is a waste of life. It may signify life’s end, but...

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Swing Swing goes the Scythe.

My head hangs low,

This noose swings beside me,

It swings a shadow over my neck.

My...

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I'll Catch Up To You

I'll always remember the day you died.
Then again, that's a lie. I couldn't even tell you if it were...

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I'm Your Guide

A shadow's descending over this primitive English rose, my darling, for you, I pray it rests it's head,...

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GOODNIGHT PETE SEEGER

GOODNIGHT PETE SEEGER TIM WILLIAMS MARCH 2014

HELLO PRETTY POLLY SAW JOHN HENRY TODAY
HE...

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Twenty seven years, a Hero

Twenty seven years old,
A welder by trade,
A Marine by choice

To see him and not to...