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When I go don't cry for me
In my fathers arms Ill be
The wounds this world left on my soul
Will all be healed and Ill be whole

Sun and moon will be replaced
With the light of Jesus face
And I will not be ashamed
For my savior knows my name

It don't matter where you bury me
Ill be home and Ill be free
It don't matter where I lay
All my tears be washed away

Gold and silver blind the eye
Temporary riches lie
Come and eat from heavens store
Come and drink and thirst no more

So weep not for me my friend
When my time below does end
For my life belongs to him
Who will raise the dead again

It don't matter where you bury me
Ill be home and Ill be free
It don't matter where I lay
All my tears be washed away


Lonely, lonely
Lonely is the man, who walks alone
And lonely is the man, who has no home
And lonely, lonely, lonely am I
I am so lonely, wish I could die
I asked the Lord up above
What is this thing, mortals call love
And why can’t I have one of my own
I am so lonely, so all alone

Lonely is the bird, without a tree
And lonely is the sailor, without the sea
I asked the Lord up above
What is this thing, mortals call love
And why can’t I have one of my own
I am so lonely, so all alone

Ecclesiastes 1:1-4

1The words of the Preacher, the son of David, king in Jerusalem.
2Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all is vanity.
3What profit hath a man of all his labour which he taketh under the sun?
4One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the earth abideth for ever.


And therefore, — since I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days, —
I am determined to prove a villain,
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.

* Richard, Duke of Gloucester

“No more truth. Bells ring no more in me. I am all alone singly. Lonely rests my head. O my God! I am dead.”
- Jose Garcia Villa



Amorphis - Silver Bride
From the mystic dreams of nighttime
I saw the clarity of my days
From the shades of longing
Looked for the familiar glow
The death of my wife's slayer
Brought no comfort to me
No shape for loneliness
For a dream

A queen of gold I made
A silver bride I built
From the northern summer nights
From the winter moon
Responded not my girl
No beating heart I felt
I brought no sighs to the silver lips
No warmth from the gold

Within my heart a flame of desires
Provoked the power of my will
Forced into silvery shape
A golden queen for me
I made our bed under the stars
Covers a-plenty, bear skin hides
Stroked the arc of golden curves
Kissed the lips of silver

(Queen of gold) I made her
(Silver Bride) I built her
(Queen of gold) no warmth
(Silver Bride) no love
(Queen of gold) I made her
(Silver Bride) I built her
(Queen of gold) no warmth
(Silver Bride) no life





People call it depression, I call it low self esteem


With a wink and a smile, he decided to leave, and cured himself of life's disease