Thinkadellic...

This is the first time without you
And I have cried all my tears today
I just want to know how was your first night in heaven
Down here the trees still whisper your name
And rain tries to console me
Down here the time seems unchanged
But for me it will never be the same again
I just hope you don’t regret anything
I hope you still think of me even though I didn’t say goodbye
Even though things were not always right
And tonight I miss you more than anything before
I just hope you have finally found some peace in your new better home.

We did promise to each other with that look on our faces
With every second of that moment with every breath we took
We did promise that all with that little sparkle in our eyes and shivering voices
We did promise with that summer night and wine and with that calm wrapped around us
We did promise with that all but promised only an elusive thought
Nothing written, nothing spoken, there is nothing to prove wrong.

IF

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

Rudyard Kipling