Let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not. Galatians 6:9

Love is not a victory march.
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah.

Requiem by Robert Louis Stevenson
Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie:
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you 'grave for me:
"Here he lies where he long'd to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill."

Let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not. Galatians 6:9

Love is not a victory march.
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah.

Requiem by Robert Louis Stevenson
Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie:
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you 'grave for me:
"Here he lies where he long'd to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill."