ORIGINAL MUSIC AND POETRY

The Fishermen

I pray for the fishermen who don't come home at night who battle the seas and lose the fight.
I pray for the lonely, the sad and the broken where life's taken its tole within time's own journey.
I pray for the morning that comes with each sunrise and cherish each day that I have been given.
I miss my friends who are no longer with me, alive and kicking in the home of my heart. They visit me in dreams at night and shine a light to carry on the fight. I carry their memories down lifes long highway, Shepards of peace, angels in the making.

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