Dead, but not gone

May 9, 2012
By EmilyM7793 PLATINUM, Waterboro, Maine
EmilyM7793 PLATINUM, Waterboro, Maine
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Favorite Quote:
"If you can't handle at my worst, then you sure don't deserve me at my best" ~ Marilyn Monroe

Long gone by the time I spoke my first words
You still found a way to sit at my bedside
every night as I cried my heart out
Your music taught me that peace was possible
You lulled the broken-hearted to sleep
Their every feeling falling off your lips
like their tears
You were the light in the dark
Through all the hate, you showed us love
Matched with beautiful melodies and intelligent lyrics
That never failed to soothe me
On the night the music stopped
Mark took more than your life with his bullet
He took a piece of everyone
That believed the world could be as one
Surely the God that Mark was so eager to avenge
Would have looked on his sons with sadness
At what they had become
That his message had driven one man
To kill another in cold blood
To kill all of the brilliance still left inside you
All the songs left unsung from one broken heart to another
Mark underestimated the power of truly phenomenal music
The kind that reaches your soul, and brings tears to your eyes
John Lennon is gone, but his music will never die
His words will still be sung
Generation after generation
People will know who he was
What he stood for
And what he did for us.

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irishlass317 said...
on May. 11 2012 at 5:47 pm
irishlass317, Jefferson City, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
"I asked Jesus 'How much do you love me?' He answered 'This much.' And He streched out His arms and died."

This is soooooo good!! great job <3

on May. 11 2012 at 1:38 pm
LovelyDuckling GOLD, Hamilton, Montana
16 articles 0 photos 125 comments

Favorite Quote:
A vision without action is a hallucination.

ooo im a fan of your style:) I really like the bible/ lennon reference... its kind of ironic considering the song ' the day the music died' by don mclean..mind checking out my poem 'those things that never were?

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