| Memorial Clubs It is easy to love someone who is there Encouraging love to go on But it takes a special kind of friend To actively love one who’s gone There is something about a memorial club That makes me feel warm inside A token of friendship that makes one immortal When the laughter and flowers have died Some people might ask “what do fans talk about”? What projects to their members find? The celebration of the great legacy Their hero has left behind They share with each other, as good friends will do A pride that was born to survive Enjoying things done in the memory of A name so worth keeping alive Often they’ll do the grandest of things In tribute to one who knew fame By donating time, money and love To some worthy cause in his name By sharing and giving, no monument However tall it may stand Could symbolize love that never will die The way these special clubs can Oh, to have such a fan! |
| For Two Shuttle Crews There are those whose inner light Shines so brilliantly and bright That it warms and illuminates us all They inspire and they lead And a grateful world takes heed Even shadows cast by them stand broad and tall In my heart I am quite sure That the dream that they died for Will live on, as they’d will it to be done They would tell us to be strong Keep their spirit our life long And we shall, for fourteen souls, each precious one! |
| Shadow A shadow passes over me that looks a lot like you Its features can be seen even at night It covers every corner of my small and dismal world In sullen darkness or in shining light I know the shadow is not there, except in mind and heart No really like a ghost; more like a dream I speak to it in silence and in silence it replies My message is a song or silent scream I know that in your world the joys I only comprehend Vicariously, hour after hour Are being lived by others who need not depend on dreams To nourish them like sunlight will a flower In my stronger moments I will scold my tired heart For chasing hopeless visions, but just then The smile, the sound plays over and over inside me; alas And I awake as the shadow comes again. |
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