This is my pain.
To love and be loved,
knowing I may lose this love
as though it were a dream.
To give and share
the depths of me.
To cry tears that are
both sorrowful and happy.
To close my eyes
and be given such sight.
To be filled with
the strength of a fading light.
This is my pain.
This is my blessing.
To exist in the world
of a driving force.
To know I was part
of nature's course,
that led us down
a winding trail
to bring Heaven's peace
through the gates of Hell.
This is my blessing.
To see the struggle
through a warrior's eyes.
To learn the truth
so I can know the lies.
To be held in the arms
of my greatest one,
though we know his day
so soon may come.
This is my blessing.
These are my words.
To express what I've learned
on this journey we're in.
To understand what you've shown me
when the lights were so dim.
To tell you how much
I treasure the days
that you've been in my life;
That you've shared with me-
your ways, your thoughts,
your dreams, your drive.
Your hopes, your prayers,
your lust for life.
Your joy, your sorrow,
your hunger, your pain.
The way you give back
to those who've suffered the same.
The way that you live in respect to the game.
These are my words.
This is my man.
Who knew his path
yet followed it still.
Who took his dreams
and made them real.
Who worked and bled
for what he believed in,
though it seemed as though
his faith had deceived him.
Who lost so much
but gave all he had-
just a beat, his wisdom,
a pen and a pad.
 
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