The Good Die Young
by Verena

I liked the look in your eyes
I liked your face in the crowd
You could've been my moon,
You could've been my sun
God only knows what you've been through

I was in the forlorn hope that it was a
Mistake, that someone made a
Macabre joke but you really
Chose death instead of life

No-one knows what went on behind your blue eyes
And no-one could ever catch your real self
You left all your troubles and worries behind and
Crossed the bord'ring line
You'll never come back again

I don't know your reasons but I can't really understand
Why you ended your life by yourself
Did you think that it'd be better that way than turn into their slave?
Did you think that there was no way out of the dead-end street?
Did your voice within tell you to end your life with a rope?

Perhaps you had to free yourself from the chains with which
They held you captive
Perhaps you have to die before you can live
But who knows? - You do, now, you do

We always lived our lives on different sides
But nonetheless I wished to meet you some day but,
I know, things don't always turn out the way we
Want them to

The ride is over and you closed the doors behind you,
No-one can ever open them again
No-one will ever know the real story,
Whether life sometimes has been a curse for you, or not
I've never got the chance to meet you but
You left a stain on me
And hopefully, Death released you from your earthly pains
I hope your frantic little soul has finally found its peace

Now you're up there but you're always
With us in our thoughts and
In our hearts
See you in Heaven one day

You were so damn cute and indeed
Too young to die but
Only the Good die young

Dedicated to my first real heart-throb Jonathan Brandis (1976-2003)

Contributed by Verena

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Until The End of Time
by Gar

Twelfth of November when you went away
and left me aching behind you.
But I still remember the promise we made,
and somehow, somehow, I will find you.

I will hold your hand again, hear the music of your voice.
I will hold you in my arms, and feel my soul rejoice.
I promise never to forget, while others come and go,
and every hour I'll love you more...
more than you'll ever know.

I have forgiven whatever you've done,
and life goes on here without you.
You told me you loved me,
I said I loved you.
No matter the pain, I won't doubt it's true.

Love lasts forever.
We'll be together,
out past the shadows of hurt and despair.
And all through my life, I'll hold this as true.
There'll be no pain when I join you there.

I will say your name each night,
before I go to sleep.
And I will hold you in my heart,
forever there to keep.
I will stroke your golden hair again,
just like when you were mine.
We'll be together, always,
until the end of time.

I will gaze into your eyes and there,
I'll see your beauty shine.
I'll be with you again, my love,
until the end of time.

Sleep, most precious and pure light of my one greatest love.

Author's note: This is a song based on music I composed for a film Jon and I were supposed to work on from a novel I wrote for him. We ran out of time.

Contributed by Gar

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Untitled
by Khalil Gibran

You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

Contributed by Erika

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Beautiful Angel (song, mid tempo)
by Heather

Contributed and © by Heather

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