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Craig Armit

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Waterdown, Ontario, CA

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Remember

by

Craig Armit

He stands alone the sentinal
At his waist a box of white
On his lips a heart felt thank-you
For the gift you've given him

As he stands his mind may wander
To those days so very long ago
When he stood ramrod straight weapon in hand
Before the very gates of hell

So many in front so many to the sides
Breathed their last that day
Life long mates and the ones just made
Fell before satans firey breath

With age his memory falters
But he remembers everyone lost that day
Each poppy bears a name he can never forget
So in their name he stands.


The End

by

Craig Armit

Hello my friend
So glad you could attend
The time has come
To say one last good-bye

The drum beats done
As is the sight of the sun
Time's run its course
I thought there'd be more

Shed no tears
The runs been fun and more
This day of days
Will one day be no more

Remember this
No one stands above the law
Now's the time
I pay for my sins of the past

Good-bye my friend
Was good of you to attend
In moments now
They end this live of mine.

The End

by

Craig Armit

Hello my friend
So glad you could attend
The time has come
To say one last good-bye

The drum beats done
As is the sight of the sun
Time's run its course
I thought there'd be more

Shed no tears
The runs been fun and more
This day of days
Will one day be no more

Remember this
No one stands above the law
Now's the time
I pay for my sins of the past

Good-bye my friend
Was good of you to attend
In moments now
They end this live of mine.

Events in Life

by

Craig Armit

Broken feathers from a broken wing
We do not hear when they do not sing
Forced to find a new purpose to life
Each day a new struggle beware the knife
You are who you are this can not change
Even when you are broken reduced in range
Move forward always onward backwards has passed
Not to be repeated time and events never last

Left damaged left to die who asks why
When defeat meets dispair and you want to cry
For every step forward we retreat by two
Life seems without progress in a world of blue
Layer by layer you've become who you are
Through you suffered greatly you still have come far
Events from the past are often best left hidden
For the hurts of the past can no longer be ridden.

She's a Runaway

by

Craig Armit

All she owns fits into her knapsack
Her whole world strapped to her back
No longer would she live in her day-dreams
Never again would she listen to her own screams

The long bus ride brings the city into view
She is scared and excited all this is new
She's never been so far from home all alone
Shrouded by her past she begins a future unknown

The smells of the city assault her senses
In the filth and grime her young heart tenses
She searches for help everyone turns away
Cold and hungry she kneels down to pray
A small scared voice questions her why
As she steels herself against the coming night

She's a runaway
She's taken all she can
She's a runaway
She's free of that man

Alone

by

Craig Armit

A telephone rings in the dead of night
A mother alone answers it in fright
A cold lonely voice asks if she's alone
Trembling in panic she drops the phone

Her children asleep in their rooms upstairs
Dreaming only good thoughts they have no cares
She makes sure all the locks are locked
Sits in the dark her shot-gun cocked

She waits she listens every noise jolts her nerves
Her lack of sleep draws on her reserves
She prays today he'll come like he said
Comes home before someone ends up dead.

The Road

by

Craig Armit

Suppose the road less travelled
Became the only road you could use
Do you think your mind would be marveled
By the sights and sounds of the mews

Would you allow yourself the time
To soak up the culture you'd find
Or with each new presence see some sign
Convincing you you've lost your mind

Does the thought of adventure panic you
Can you deal with the unexpected rationally
When the colours you know are a different hue
Can you embrace the different passionately

The road less travelled has a reason
We fear to travel down roads unknown
Our walk of life is held to a season
When we have the courage but are not grown.

Absolution

by

Craig Armit

The good father prays for the souls of the dead
Sure they can hear the words he's said
All week long the living sin with ease
Knowing on sunday he will absolve their sins

The dead to their comfort seek no release
Their journey through life a ride through hell
The living in their pride want to change the ride
They won't know the truth till they've died

The dead have the answers unable to speak
Some thought right the rest silently meek
Those in the pulpit want us to dumb down
To believe some guy wore a heavenly crown

The good father prays for the dead
Believes they hear what's said
All week long the sinners run wild
Believing on sunday they are forgiven.

Dreams

by

Craig Armit

She has her dreams locked away in the dragon's heart
Safe from a world ready to tear them apart
The world would laugh call her names
She finds it safer not to play their games

Her dream saw a world where the other guy matters
A world which not broken and in tatters
Her dream sought out those with opinions
A world where none need fear their associations

The dragon's heart soars above the thoughts of men
Ready to one day settle again into the minds of men
Dreams locked inside will be freed to live
In the hearts of those time's ready to give.

Money

by

Craig Armit

The truth lies buried beneath the headlines
Every paper in the city having their own spin
Another body lies cold another city shows signs
They've forgotten how it started where its bin

They all pay lip-service
To the money men
They don't mean a word
Once the money's in

Under an afternoon sun the shots ring out
A body lies bleeding the news rooms start
From start to finish the bias wins out
The young keep on dyin the pundits no heart

Elected on lies the promises quickly fall
They had no intentions of doing anything at all
Depending on the author the protests are small
The laws will not change till someone stands tall.