| In Memory of.... | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| Private Paul Arthur Gibson | ||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Dedicated to my brother Paul, who passed away on March 19th, 1998 at the age of 24. | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| Something is about to give I can feel it coming I think I know what it is I'm not afraid to die I'm not afraid to live And when I'm flat on my back I hope to feel like I did And hardness, it sets in You need some protection The thinner the skin I want you to know That you don't need me anymore I want you to know You don't need anyone, anything at all Who's to say where the wind will take you Who's to say what it is will break you I don't know which way the wind will blow Who's to know when the time has come around Don't wanna see you cry I know that this is not goodbye In summer I can taste the salt in the sea There's a kite blowing out of control on a breeze I wonder what's gonna happen to you You wonder what has happened to me I'm a man, I'm not a child A man who sees The shadow behind your eyes Who's to say where the wind will take you Who's to say what it is will break you I don't know where the wind will blow Who's to know when the time has come around I don't wanna see you cry I know that this is not goodbye Did I waste it? Not so much I couldn't taste it Life should be fragrant Roof top to the basement "Kite" U2 |
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| Son....Brother....Friend | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| Footprints.... | ||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Paul and his buddy, Adam | ||||||||||||||||||||||