Seperate Ways

 Journey -Seperate ways

Here we stand
Worlds apart, hearts broken in two, two, two sleepless nights
Losing ground, I’m reaching for you, you, you
Feelin' that it's gone can change your mind
If we can't go on to survive the tide, love divides
Someday love will find you
Break those chains that bind you
One night will remind you
How we touched and went our separate ways
If he ever hurts you
True love won't desert you
You know I still love you
Though we touched and went our separate ways
Troubled times
Caught between confusion and pain, pain, pain
Distant eyes
Promises we make were in vain, in vain, in vain
If you must go, I wish you love
You'll never walk alone, take care, my love
Miss you, love
Someday love will find you
Break those chains that bind you
One night will remind you
How we touched and went our separate ways
If he ever hurts you
True love won't desert you
You know I still love you
Though we touched and went our separate ways
Oh, someday love will find you
Break those chains that bind you
One night will remind you
If he ever hurts you
True love won't desert you
You know I still love you
I still love you, girl
I really love you, girl
And if he ever hurts you
True love won't desert you, no no

If I were to plan my own funeral, and be a part of the preparations I sure have some saying in what's going to happen during the ceremony and the event. A funeral is supposed to be in memory of the on that passed, we should honor them and their life’s. In my funeral I won't just remember me and my life, but I want to honor those I cherished and hold dared to me. My dear Ophelia, "I did love you once." (3.1.115) we have had our “Troubled times

Caught between confusion and pain, pain, pain” (Separate ways) it was hard to move on and keep holding my head straight up, it really was “… a sea of troubles.” (3.2.59) I take you with me and the memories I have.

“Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother’s death.” (1.2.1) My father died, and we “went our separate ways” (Separate ways) The life we had together all so suddenly changed. “… forms, motes, shapes of grief.” (1.2.82) He took a different path, it wasn’t his choice but he did. He left me with “…a weary life.” (3.1.77) but as the song (played in my funeral) keep saying “Oh, someday love will find you” (Separate ways) One day, I will, and everybody will find love and it’ll be okay again.



- Hamlet