THERE ARE THOSE AMONG US CALLED THE QUIET WARRIORS.
THEY FIGHT THE DEADLY DRAGON
FOR A VICTORY CALLED
A CURE.
I SING THIS SONG FOR THE QUIET WARRIORS
THEY FIGHT THE DEADLY DRAGON
WITH ALL THEIR MIGHT.
I HOPE THEY DEFEAT HIM
ON SOME STORMY NIGHT
BE RID OF HIM, CAST HIM FROM OUR SIGHT
THERE ARE THOSE AMONG US CALLED THE QUIET WARRIORS
THEY WEAR THEIR COURAGE AS THEY WEAR THEIR ARMOR
THEIR STRENGTH IS USED AS A SHEILD.
THEY WIELD A MIGHTY WEAPON LIKE A SWORD
THAT IS SO RIGHTEOUSLY NAMED
"THE SPIRIT OF THEIR SOUL"
THIS IS HOW THEY DRESS IN ALL THEIR GLORY
FOR THE BATTLE UPON THE FIELD.
I SING THIS SONG FOR THE QUIET WARRIORS.
THEY NEVER SPEAK OF THE
WOUNDS THAT THEY BEAR
OR OF THE PAIN THAT
THEY MUST ENDURE.
THERE ARE THOSE AMONG US CALLED THE QUIET WARRIORS.
THEY COME FROM LANDS FAR AND NEAR
THEY BEAR THE NAMES
THAT WE HOLD SO DEAR...
MOTHER...FATHER...
HUSBAND...WIFE...
SON...DAUGHTER...
BROTHER...SISTER...
LOVER...FRIEND...
I SING THIS SONG FOR THE QUIET WARRIORS.
THEY WILL FIGHT FOR TODAY
THEY FOUGHT FOR YESTERDAY
SOME WILL FAIL
SOME WILL PREVAIL
MORE WILL JOIN THEIR RANKS
AND FIGHT FOR TOMORROW
I GIVE THEM MY THANKS
OTHERS MY SORROW.
THERE ARE THOSE AMONG US CALLED THE QUIET WARRIORS.
I SHALL END THIS SONG AS SOME END THEIR FIGHT.
I PAY MY HOMAGE TO THOSE THAT STILL HAVE
TO BATTLE WITH ALL THEIR MIGHT.
THERE ARE THOSE AMONG US CALLED THE QUIET WARRIORS
I PAY MY HOMEAGE, I GIVE MY THANKS.
I HOPE THEY HEAR, I HOPE THEY SEE
I TRULY HOPE THEY KNOW HOW
MUCH I CARE.
HOW MUCH I LOVE THEM.
THESE QUIET WARRIORS ARE HELD SO CLOSE TO MY HEART
FOR THEY ARE ALL SO VERY DEAR.
THERE ARE THOSE AMONG US CALLED THE QUIET WARRIORS
THEY FIGHT THE DEADLY DRAGON
FOR A VICTORY CALLED
A CURE.
-Author: -Sarah Lyons- 2000
What cancer cannot do
Cancer is so limited.
it cannot cripple love
it cannot shatter hope
it cannot corrode faith
it cannot eat away peace
it cannot destroy confidence
it cannot kill friendship
it cannot shut out memories
it cannot silence courage
it cannot invade the soul
it cannot reduce eternal life
it cannot quench the spirit
Author: -unknown-
Blossoms, frost and faith
A summer rose
has touched our hearts--
her beauty, planted in our souls
forever.
Now we can see;
the fresh, radiant blossom
illuminates
even in the winter.
We can see
the infinite strength
in the gentleness
that endures the chilling frost;
we can see
the ordeal
and the bliss
as her inextinguishable dignity
defies a frozen earth,
and she blooms again and again--
ever so lovely--our heroine
Summer rose
Author: George Krumenacker
for Deidre Hannafin (1961-1994)
I really miss you, my friend
I really miss you
I have other friends
whom I talk to
but it's not
the same
you have such
a deep understanding
of who I am
I hardly have to
speak any words
and you know just
what I am saying
I really miss you
and I want to be sure
that you know
that no matter where I go
whom I meet
or what I do
I'll never find
as deep a friendship
with anyone as I
have with you
Author: Susan Polis Schutz
Good bye, to a good friend...
Over time,
each of our lives opens in front of us like a fresh blanket of snow.
And as people pass through our lives,
they leave an impression,
or a print;
like the marks left after a fresh snow in winter.
Some,
move lightly,
like a bird;
flitting in and out,
here and there,
leaving a light mark,
a vague memory,
and are easily forgotten.
Others, make a straight line,
determined to get to their destination.
Like the plow,
they seemingly pass you by without notice,
yet disrupt the quiet and beauty with their passing.
There will be many more impressions left:
some you will quickly identify,
and remember the good times that went along;
others you will be glad they moved through,
and are gone.
There is one impression that you cherish;
and that is the mark that someone special has left for you.
These imprints are like:
the snow angles left by children...
the tags of a snow ball fight with friends...
the scrapes of a rough and tumble with your pup...
Each leaves it own warm feeling,
and that warmth is rekindled each time the memory returns.
You will always leave this kind of impression in people's lives;
your friendship is a keepsake to cherish.
Author: Karen Pio
