He Who Taught Me To Listen
Sep 6, 2019 ·
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September 4, 2001 He who taught me to listen to the wind is gone I refuse to say, “So long Mr. Kelly!” I don’t believe in death. I won’t believe...
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September 4, 2001
He who taught me to listen to the wind is gone
I refuse to say, “So long Mr. Kelly!” I don’t believe in death. I won’t believe in it. I can’t! I see what happens to life, you, being you, the biggest fighter I’ve ever met. You’ve defeated what doctors couldn’t predict! I can only document what we shared. But how do you recreate the laughter at our Italian dinner and the desert that we talked about for months? I won’t say it Mr. Kelly! Instead, I’ll listen to the birds sing your song. Life exists no matter how light the path. There’s a beginning—but it never has to end. The creator’s dream is to pick up and move forward. Take what you’ve been taught, and give it to someone you love. New leaves replace what fell last fall, the lawn turns green after every rain storm—I’m not this creative self by choice… along this path you gave to me what was given to you. Therefore, through inspiration… music is born.
show less
He who taught me to listen to the wind is gone
I refuse to say, “So long Mr. Kelly!” I don’t believe in death. I won’t believe in it. I can’t! I see what happens to life, you, being you, the biggest fighter I’ve ever met. You’ve defeated what doctors couldn’t predict! I can only document what we shared. But how do you recreate the laughter at our Italian dinner and the desert that we talked about for months? I won’t say it Mr. Kelly! Instead, I’ll listen to the birds sing your song. Life exists no matter how light the path. There’s a beginning—but it never has to end. The creator’s dream is to pick up and move forward. Take what you’ve been taught, and give it to someone you love. New leaves replace what fell last fall, the lawn turns green after every rain storm—I’m not this creative self by choice… along this path you gave to me what was given to you. Therefore, through inspiration… music is born.
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