For
the ones we love
Our
parents, our children
Brothers
and sisters
Husbands,
wives
And
dearest friends
Our
inspirations
Inhalations
That
make our families real
Without
cynicism
Or
guile
I've
lost too much
To
speak coldly
Or
carelessly
To
an open heart
Take
them home
And
home again
An
angel of songs
Lost
his voice
And the
only peace he has ever known
Is
the joy of a kindled heart
Felt
from a distance
Inspire
Inhale
Alone, but giving everything
To
keep them warm
Their
joy is my only respite
Those
ones we love
Without
cynicism
Or
guile
They've
lost too much
So
I'll give
And
give again
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