Brother
WE LIVE TO LOVE YOU MORE EACH DAY
Late Tungnung Khamzahau Zou
![[March 29, 1968 - August 29, 2004]](http://tongshaan.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/hau.jpg?w=460 "Khamzahau")
Goodbye my Brother
Death is so permanent for those who haven’t tried it
Death is too tragic when destiny shows up early
Death is anything and everything like those enjoying wine
Death is a white sky at night and everything is great for those who want to imagine
Death is playing banjo songs without time
Death is a monster movie come alive for those that have not died
Death has no direction
Death dies out another cigarette
Death is always on vacation
Death rolls the dice behind whispers of prayers
Death is slow motion
Death is better than sex
Death is good as long as it is somebody else
Death is a sweet symphony when it ‘s right
In Our Hearts
We thought of you with love today.
But that was nothing new.
We thought about you yesterday.
And days before that too.
We think of you in silence.
We often speak your name.
Now all we have is memories,
and your picture in a frame.
Your memory is our keepsake.
With which we’ll never part.
God has you in his keeping.
We have you in our heart.
![[March 29, 1968 - August 29, 2004]](http://tongshaan.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/hau1.jpg?w=413&h=600 "Khamzahau")
Memory of you
You are but a memory to my dear heart that dwindles as each day passes me by. My heart yearns for you, but you’re not there, only your memory is, and that hurts even more.
The tears are all too real and they follow the pain, my heart feels when it misses you so. Memory upon memory floods the gates and soon I begin to drown in them.
Each better than the last but all so sweet and real. The memory is real but its fading too fast its uncontrolable, and its evaporating like dew drops in the sun.
I try to gather them up quickly, place them in a jar, but the time is quicker than I, and it speeds up the sun’s steal. O I wish you could be here and not just your memory because you are by far better than the thought of the past.
As each sunset brings forth a new day, I think about the memory, and the pain it brings is too immense but the tears are even bigger. You are but a memory that is quickly fading and only you can fix that my dear.
Though my heart hurts so much from the pain only you can save me. Like each sunset brings forth a new time, this sunset will bring you to me. And love back into the mourning heart.
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