I cast my mortal coil beneath 

The waves that crash upon your sands.

I herald those that bare my wreath 

Within their loved and trusting hands

To show the love I had in life

(Despite the wars that raged within)

To you my once beloved wife

The light of peace will raise again.

To leave this world, our only fate.

The life before must have its time

For death, no one decides to wait,

Our final thoughts? They long to shine.

The spark of godliness is ours 

To use our time as best we could

Return to him our final hours

We try to be all that we should. 

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Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.

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