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HE AINT HEAVY, HES MY BROTHER LYRIC
THE ROAD IS LONG WITH MANY A WINDING TURN
LEADS US TO WHO KNOWS WHERE, WHO KNOWS WHEN
BUT IM STRONG..... STRONG ENOUGH TO CARRY HIM
HE AINT HEAVY, HES MY BROTHER.
SO ON WE GO.... HIS WELFARE IS MY CONCERN
NO BURDEN IS HE TO BEAR .... WELL GET THERE
FOR I KNOW HE WOULD NOT ENCUMBER ME
HE AINT HEAVY, HES MY BROTHER.
IF IM LADEN AT ALL .... IM LADEN WITH SADNESS
THAT EVERYONES HEART ISNT FILLED WITH THE GLADNESS OF LOVE
FOR ONE ONE ANOTHER
ITS A LONG , LONG ROAD FROM WHICH THERE IS NO RETURN
WHILE WERE ON OUR WAY TO THERE
WHY NOT SHARE ?
AND THE LOAD .... IT DOSNT WEIGH ME DOWN AT ALL
HE AINT HEAY , HES MY BROTHER
HE AINT HEAVY HES MY BROTHER
HE AINT HEAVY, HES MY BROTHER
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MICKS TRIBUTE WHEN HIS FATHER DIED, MORNINGSIDE.
MORNINGSIDE
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THE OLD MAN DIED
AND NO ONE CRIED
THEY SIMPLY TURNED AWAY
AND WHEN HE DIED
HE LEFT A TABLE MADE OF NAILS AND PRIDE
AND WITH HIS HANDS HE CARVED THESE WORDS INSIDE
FOR MY CHILDREN.
MORNING LIGHT
MORNING BRIGHT
I SPENT THE NIGHT
WITH DREAMS THAT MAKE YOU WEEP
MORNING TIME
WASH AWAY THE SADNESS FROM THESE EYES OF MINE
FOR I RECALL THE WORDS THE OLD MAN SIGNED
FOR MY CHILDREN.
AND THE LEGS WERE SHAPED WITH HIS HANDS
AND THE TOP MADE WITH OAKEN WOOD
AND THE CHILDREN SAT AROUND THIS TABLE
TOUCHED WITH THEIR LAUGHTER
AH! AND THAT WAS GOOD.
MORNINGSIDE
AN OLD MAN DIED
AND NO ONE CRIED
HE SURELY DIED ALONE.
NEIL DIAMOND LYRIC.
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ROAD TO ETERNITY
LIFE IS BUT A STOPPING PLACE, A PAUSE IN WHATS TO BE, A RESTING PLACE ALONG THE ROAD, TO SWEET ETERNITY. WE ALL HAVE DIFFERENT JOURNEYS, DIFFERENT PATHS ALONG THE WAY, WE ARE ALL MEANT TO LEARN SOME THINGS, BUT NEVER MEANT TO STAY...... OUR DESTINATION IS A PLACE, FAR GREATER THAN WE KNOW, FOR SOME THE JOURNEYS QUICKER, FOR SOME THE JOURNEYS SLOW. BUT WHEN THE JOUNEY FINALLY ENDS, WELL CLAIM A GREAT REWARD, AND FIND AN EVERLASTING PEACE TOGEATHER WITH THE LORD.
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JUST A BREATH AWAY
LOOK FOR ME IN SPRINGTIME AS RAINDROPS FILL THE AIR IN THE SPLENDOR OF THE RAINBOW YOULL FIND MY PRESENCE THERE. YOU WILL FIND ME IN THE FRAGRANCE OF APRILS SWEET PERFUME DRIFTING THROUGH THE CLOVER ON A SULTRY DAY IN JUNE. AN AUGUST DAY WILL FIND ME UPON A SUMMER BREEZE ON THE DISTANT SOUND OF THE THUNDER IN THE GENTLY SWAYING TREES.IN THE GOLDEN FIELDS OF HARVEST IS WHERE I CAN BE FOUND. AS AUTUMN TIME APPROACHES AND LEAVES COME TUMBLING DOWN. IN THE WINTERTIME WHEN DAYS ARE SHORT AND CHILL IS IN THE AIR JUST LOOK INTO A MOONLIT NIGHT YOULL FIND ME LINGERING THERE. WHEN THE SETTING SUN HAS GONE AWAY AND SHADOWS FILL THE NIGHT WHEN THE CLOAK OF DARKNESS LIFTS ITS VEIL ILL BE YOUR MORNING LIGHT. SO WHEN YOU FEEL DISCOURAGED GET ON YOUR KNEES AND PRAY YOULL FEEL ME THERE BESIDE YOU IM JUST A BREATH AWAY
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FOR MY FAMILY
I THINK ABOUT THOSE I DO NOT SEE, SENSING THAT THEY TOO THINK OF ME. SO MANY MILES I HAVE STRAYED, WHEN I COULD HAVE SIMPLY STAYED. MERELY TO EXPAND THE BOND,TO MAKE NEW MEMORIES FAR BEYOND. LIFES CHOICES FIND US APART,EVER CLOSE IN MY HEART. MY MESSAGE IS SO SIMPLE AND SMALL, I LOVE AND MISS YOU ALL.
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I AM FREE
DONT GRIVE FOR ME, FOR NOW IMFREE IM FOLLOWING THE PATH GOD LAID FOR ME. I TOOK HIS HAND WHEN I HEARD HIM CALL; I TURNED MY BACK AND LEFT IT ALL. I COULD NOT STAY ANOTHER DAY, TO LAUGH, TO LOVE, TO WORK OR PLAY.TASKS LEFT UNDONE MUST STAY THAT WAY; I FOUND THAT PLACE AT THE CLOSE OF DAY. IF MY PARTING HAS LEFT A VOID, THEN FILL IT WITH REMEMBERED JOY. A FRIENDSHIP SHARED A LAUGH, A KISS;AH YES, THESE THINGS, I TOO WILL MISS. BE NOT BURDENED WITH TIMES OF SORROW I WISH YOU THE SUNSHINE OF TOMORROW. MY LIFES BEEN FULL, I SAVORED MUCH; GOOD FRIENDS, GOOD TIMES, A LOVED ONES TOUCH. PERHAPS MY TIME SEEMS ALL TO BRIEF; DONT LENGTHEN IT NOW WITH UNDUE GRIEF. LIFT UP YOUR HEART AND SHARE WITH ME, GOD WANTED ME NOW HE SET ME FREE. I THINK THIS POEM SUMS MICHAEL UP. R. I. P.
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IN LOVING MEMORY OF MICHAEL FLISSIKOWSKI
MICHAEL FLISSIKOWSKI WAS BORN IN 1959, SON OF LEON AND IRENE FLISSIKOWSKI,HE WAS FROM A LARGE FAMILY , TEN CHILDREN IN ALL, A FAMILY FULL OF LOVE AND DISAPPOINMENTS. BUT MICHAEL WAS MOST HAPPY AND SETTLED WITH ART, AND THE HORSE WORLD.AND MORE HAPPY WITH HIS ONLY CHILD AND SON ADAM.mICHAEL VERY SADLY DIED IN JUNE 2000, WE WERE ALL LEFT BROCKEN HEARTED,ANGRY AND CONFUSED, THEY SAY TIME HEALS, BUT THE HURT NEVER GOS AWAY. BUT I THINK WE HAVE LEARNT TO COPE AND EXCEPT THAT MICHAEL IS NOW AT PEACE WITH HIMSELF, BUT I KNOW THAT HE LOVED HIS FAMILY AND WOULD WANT US ALL TO GO ON WITH OUR LIVES, BECAUSE HE IS JUST A BREATH AWAY, HE WILL BE WATCHING AND WANTING US ALL TO BE STRONG. HE HAS NOT GONE, HE IS SLIPPED INTO THE NEXT ROOM. R.I.P.
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