It is hard to stop quivering lips.
A river which you are beside of.
Drinking its water, it never runs dry.
Evergreen shores, fulfilled promises.
Those who have gone on before.
I can only wish, I can only wonder.
A crown of glory, a robe of white.
Far gone from this world of troubles.
I do not walk alone nor do I cry alone.
There are many who shed these tears.
O'these tears of earthly woe's.
They have been falling for long days now.
I can only call them how I see them.
Tears of strength.
Gulliver Gimble
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