To all my lifelong enemies May your vain pretenses scatter like tears Upon some broken battleground In some hollow year. May your scouts never discover The places that I roam May your arrows always be broken And your clothes wet to the bone. And the rose of Sharon lies broken And withered on the storm And every sailor lies hoping Her boat will see the morn. To all my fellow travellers Upon this rocky path. May our feet always have boots on, And our ways never to part May we always have air in our tires, May we always have gas in our tanks, May our bellies never grumble And we always see fit to give thanks. Though the rose of Sharon lies broken And withered on the storm And how every sailor dies hoping His boat will see the morn To my friends gone on before me Through that doleful veil May your robes be soft and fragrant And the fountain of your tears have failed May your arms be open for me, And your hearts glad each one, Let every one of your voices Proclaim the goodness of Heaven's song! And how the rose of Sharon lies broken And withered on the storm And how every sailor dies hoping His Boat will see the morn. To all my fellow warriors May your aim always be true. May you never have to hurt anyone Who would not have tried to hurt you. May your sleep always be untroubled May your laughter never be false May you all die with your boots on, And may you never back the wrong horse. Or see the rose of Sharon lie broken And withered on the storm Or how every sailor dies hoping Her boat will see the morn. Oh children of my children, Blood of my tainted blood, May you all guard your futures By paying respect to the past. May you all grow up to be free, May you all live to be right About the only questions that matter Before you fade into the night: How the rose of Sharon lies broken And withered on the storm And how every sailor lays hoping His boat will see the morn. I stand here before you I've nothing I'm trying to hide Ive travelled across this old world Both far and wide I've seen Asia's jungles I've stood in the city's shine I've sweltered on the prairie And I've drowned in honey and shame And seen the rose of Sharon lay broken And withered on the storm And how every sailor dies hoping Their boat will see the morn.
I love this poem so much, it reminded me of a person that is not saying good bye, but saying hello to old friends and enemies and welcoming the future with and without them. Love your writing! Thanks for posting.
If you click on the link….it’s a song.. xx
soundcloud links are weird looking. it took me a hot minute to realize they were audio links and now i’m enjoying listening to all your songs. you have a lovely voice
That is so nice of you to say! Its my hobby…I love writing songs.