He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother

24 Jan, 2022 at 15:29 | Posted in Varia | 1 Comment

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In loving memory of my brother Peter.

Twenty years have passed.

People say time heals all wounds.

I wish that was true.

But some wounds never heal — you just learn to live with the scars.

But in dreams,
I can hear your name.
And in dreams,
We will meet again.

When the seas and mountains fall
And we come to end of days,
In the dark I hear a call
Calling me there
I will go there
And back again.