I may even just write the music and pass the project along to someone else to perform and record. Optimistically, it'll be a year or so before I'm ready to write all the music and find a recording studio. Also, just to make sure it's clear, the musical part of this project might not happen for a very long time. I'm not sure about the rest of the songs. The Rainbow Dash song will be heavily electric, but I know the Fluttershy song will feature acoustic. That depends on whether you play electric or acoustic. Hello Ponyville! I have an important announcement: If I ever do the Rainbow Dash song, it'll sound something along the lines of the "Mine Turtle" song (but I doubt I ever will). If this reads like song lyrics, that's because I'm writing these to be songs. My daughter read this at my sons funeral, we changed some words so that it read.I know my friend is waiting (his friend had died a couple of years earlier) and also changed the last part to.This is the second of my series of poems about the main characters of My Little Pony. There is a train at the station With a seat reserved just for meI’m excited about its destination As I’ve heard it sets you freeThe trials and tribulations The pain and stress we breatheDon’t exist where I am going Only happiness I believeI hope that you will be there To wish me on my wayIt’s not a journey you can join in It’s not your time todayThere’ll be many destinations Some are happy, some are sadEach one a brief reminder Of the great times that we’ve hadMany friends I know are waiting Who took an earlier trainTo greet and reassure me That nothing has really changedWe’ll take the time together To catch up on the pastTo build a new beginning One that will always lastOne day you’ll take your journey On the train just like meAnd I promise that I’ll be there At the station and you will seeThat life is just a journey Enriched by those you meetNo-one can take that from you It’s always yours to keepBut now as no seat is vacant You will have to muddle throughMake sure you fulfil your ambitions As you know I’ll be watching youAnd if there’s an occasion To mention who you knewSpeak kindly of that person As one day it will be youNow I can’t except this ending And as it’s time for me to leavePlease make haste to the reception To enjoy my drinks, they’re free! My daughter read this at my sons funeral, we changed some words so that it read.I know my friend is waiting (his friend had died a couple of years earlier) and also changed the last part to.so raise a glass, smoke some grass and forever speak of me Would you be proud of the things they say He noted that first came the date of birth He referred to the dates on the tombstone Moved through all their depths of darkness, Or the end of Hiawatha - this is longish but could be cut down How many miles to Babylon and My mother said I never should/play with the gypsies in the wood both have a wild unruly air about them. Lyrics to My Way? Slightly more left-field Poems about death and loss tend to be solemn. So when your eulogy is being read, with your life’s actions to rehash, would you be proud of the things they say about how you lived your dash? If we treat each other with respect and more often wear a smile… remembering that this special dash might only last a little while. To be less quick to anger and show appreciation more and love the people in our lives like we’ve never loved before. So think about this long and hard are there things you’d like to change? For you never know how much time is left that still can be rearranged. What matters is how we live and love and how we spend our dash. He noted that first came the date of birth and spoke of the following date with tears, but he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years.įor that dash represents all the time they spent alive on earth and now only those who loved them know what that little line is worth.įor it matters not, how much we own, the cars… the house… the cash. He referred to the dates on the tombstone from the beginning… to the end. I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend.
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