Of Death and Dying

Steve Irwin is dead. The Crocodile Hunter is no more. It is a sad thing.

David Gemmell, King of Heroic Fantasy is dead. It is a sad thing. I shall miss his words dearly. Of the Drenai we respect him. Of the Rigante we mourn him. Of the other hundreds of characters, we shall miss him.

Lib

Torn between the heart and mind
The spirit seeks a way
The worry seeds and sprouts in time
To leave for far away
Where love is there and strong and willing
Here the heart is trapped
The mind is flitting from concern and timing
To take that single step

Taka

Maybe it isn't right
To take a hand, then let go
When all you've done is fight
But who can tell? Who will know?
And love might be a game
And feelings might be of words
Or it might not be the same
Love is simply absurd
So cry of what's misplaced
And in moments the sun will rise
The rays will warm your face
One day you'll realise

Candz (reprise)

Fingertips remember
The eyes know all
Words said in December
Fragile and small
The Fragility that frightens
The wind is strong
Arms about you tighten
The arms are gone
Promise and wail and rail
No more, you say, no more
Shadows grow long and stale
They whisper of whats in store
Say goodbyes with tears and smiles
Place flowers and move on
Remember that face, the tears, the smile
Remember the arms that are gone