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Remembrance of a Loved One

Sorrow is a hard thing to know.                                                                        Pain and anger is a hard thing not to show.                                                              Joyful memories are with-in our hearts.                                               Memories of our loved ones who had to part                                                                 So when pain and sorrow takes over our souls,                                   
Remember the joyful memories as they want us to know.                                
As we look for peace and tranquility                                                               To keep us alive and carefree                                                                    That's the way they would want us to be.                                                         To live life like there is no tomorrow,                                                             And let go of all that pain and sorrow.                                                                                       
                 Remember...                                                                                       It take a minute to say good bye,                                                                           An hour to miss them                                                                                 And a lifetime to forget them.                                                                                                           
                                                                                                           
        Written by Glen Edward Galatovich

Copyright © Glen Galatovich | Year Posted 2018



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Fear Is Not My Friend

Fear is my loneliest friend.                                                                           He'll hate me till the end.                                                                            While alive he'll keep growing inside.                                                      
Pushing buttons so I'll run and hide,                                                              from the fear that's growing with-in.                                                             But when I let him go he can't grow.                                                                 So in the end he is not my friend,                                                                and I can never let him live with-in.                                                             
The fear that I thought was my friend.                                                        
Now I can learn to live again.                                                                        To be happy and carefree,                                                                           just the way I use to be.                                                                        
                                                                                                           
       Written By Glen Edward Galatovich

Copyright © Glen Galatovich | Year Posted 2018

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A Fair Maiden

For my eyes have seen a fair maiden.                                                        
    Her eyes glisten like the glow of the moon.                                                                    
    Her skin is as pale as the soft white snow.                                                     
    Her beauty shines brighter then the sun.                                                                                  	 
    She walks so heavenly,like an angel flowing                                                   
    through the sky on a dark winters night.                                                        
    Her touch is mind numbing,like smelling                                                                                	      
    a soft beautiful flower in the crisp morning                                                    
    air in the spring. 	                                                                                                      		        
    Her hair flows like a soft gentle wind on	                                                                               
    a warm summers day.                                                                                    
    Her smile brightens your heart as you are			                                   
    hoping to see her again.	                                                                                               
    Never will I forget that fair maiden	                                                                                  
    that my eyes did see.   		                                                                     					 
                                                                                                            
                    Written By Glen Edward Galatovich

Copyright © Glen Galatovich | Year Posted 2018


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