<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600234857931924656</id><updated>2011-07-30T18:58:12.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Heard</title><subtitle type='html'>A one way conversation with a departed soul</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenthurd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600234857931924656/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenthurd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Imran Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868062421287940041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDUpw-vVYbM/R1x_vYlfmzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ic6sDQQK9zo/S220/rock+on.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600234857931924656.post-5577177547431660757</id><published>2009-10-02T19:28:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T22:31:09.219-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What matters?</title><content type='html'>All your DV tapes, and your cameras&lt;br /&gt;the bed that you slept in, and others&lt;br /&gt;every single thing you left behind,&lt;br /&gt;tell me who are you competing with this time?&lt;br /&gt;what is it that really matters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your hard drives, your emails, and letters&lt;br /&gt;all the things you thought, you bought, or gave us&lt;br /&gt;where are you now and what is the time?&lt;br /&gt;how does one take care, of all the things, you left behind&lt;br /&gt;is it based on what we do over here with our lives?&lt;br /&gt;hows it going over there, where, there is no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the words you wrote&lt;br /&gt;and the ones that you spoke&lt;br /&gt;all the things you ate&lt;br /&gt;or the hearts that you broke,&lt;br /&gt;tell me who are you competing with &lt;br /&gt;in this illusion of time?&lt;br /&gt;everything you had is left behind...&lt;br /&gt;no control, except what you take with your soul&lt;br /&gt;So in the light of recent developments&lt;br /&gt;what does really matter on this earth and in the heavens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your songs, all your melodies&lt;br /&gt;all your dreams and all your qualities&lt;br /&gt;the possibilities, all gone sublime&lt;br /&gt;your smiles, your fear, your way of getting on the good side of people you revere&lt;br /&gt;your aims and aspirations &lt;br /&gt;and all the other things that you had&lt;br /&gt;or wanted to be,&lt;br /&gt;now can you see...&lt;br /&gt;me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all gone&lt;br /&gt;that's what live on&lt;br /&gt;when all is gone,&lt;br /&gt;that is what that lives on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hang on &lt;br /&gt;all cant be gone&lt;br /&gt;there must be something more that's living on&lt;br /&gt;hang on&lt;br /&gt;there must be something more that lives on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your soul is living on&lt;br /&gt;your soul is living on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you say to Him&lt;br /&gt;when you stand over there?&lt;br /&gt;how do you defend&lt;br /&gt;or over come your fears,&lt;br /&gt;how do we speak when once we're dead?&lt;br /&gt;gone are all the good times you ever had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but don't worry&lt;br /&gt;you had your share&lt;br /&gt;now its time to stare&lt;br /&gt;pass over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the Sunday&lt;br /&gt;the sunset was made for you&lt;br /&gt;just stare away,&lt;br /&gt;I stare with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600234857931924656-5577177547431660757?l=brenthurd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenthurd.blogspot.com/feeds/5577177547431660757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600234857931924656&amp;postID=5577177547431660757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600234857931924656/posts/default/5577177547431660757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600234857931924656/posts/default/5577177547431660757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenthurd.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-matters.html' title='What matters?'/><author><name>Imran Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868062421287940041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDUpw-vVYbM/R1x_vYlfmzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ic6sDQQK9zo/S220/rock+on.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600234857931924656.post-1466550046463638197</id><published>2009-02-23T20:43:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T02:02:03.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another day</title><content type='html'>Now that some time has passed&lt;br /&gt;when everything is telling you that nothing will last&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how do you do, don't you feel like you use to&lt;br /&gt;Isn't time that medicine to heal all your wounds&lt;br /&gt;She wants to know how you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;feels like It'll fly away&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;come back &lt;br /&gt;another day.&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;feels like you'll fly away&lt;br /&gt;but Hey&lt;br /&gt;come back &lt;br /&gt;another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been many months since you left us&lt;br /&gt;I took the train walked a lot flew the planes and rode the bus&lt;br /&gt;Just like how you wanted it to be&lt;br /&gt;Now is there anything else you'd like to show me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;feels like It'll fly away&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;come back &lt;br /&gt;another day&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;feels like you'll fly away&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;come back &lt;br /&gt;some other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are all those people&lt;br /&gt;at the mosque or the church or the temple&lt;br /&gt;Where are all those people&lt;br /&gt;at the mosque or the synagogue or the steeple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that some time has passed&lt;br /&gt;when everything is telling you that nothing will last&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how do you do, don't you feel like you use to&lt;br /&gt;Isn't time that medicine to heal all your wounds&lt;br /&gt;tell me just how you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;feels like It'll fly away&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;come back &lt;br /&gt;another day.&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;feels like you'll fly away&lt;br /&gt;but Hey&lt;br /&gt;come back &lt;br /&gt;some other day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600234857931924656-1466550046463638197?l=brenthurd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenthurd.blogspot.com/feeds/1466550046463638197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600234857931924656&amp;postID=1466550046463638197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;any&lt;br /&gt;words of inspiration&lt;br /&gt;that would be, an&lt;br /&gt;honer for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could bring you&lt;br /&gt;in a comforting situation&lt;br /&gt;that would mean, &lt;br /&gt;a life of eternity &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey Mandi&lt;br /&gt;Are you missing him too?&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that it can be&lt;br /&gt;true!&lt;br /&gt;But hey there Mandi&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to be blue&lt;br /&gt;God made you stronger,&lt;br /&gt;there's your brother in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could&lt;br /&gt;swim through&lt;br /&gt;my own desperation&lt;br /&gt;that would mean, the&lt;br /&gt;end of my dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but If I could &lt;br /&gt;remind you&lt;br /&gt;of his sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;that would be, an&lt;br /&gt;honer for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey Mandi&lt;br /&gt;Are you missing him too?&lt;br /&gt;I tell you that it can be&lt;br /&gt;So true!&lt;br /&gt;But hey there Mandi&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to be blue&lt;br /&gt;God made you tougher,&lt;br /&gt;there's your brother in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Mandi&lt;br /&gt;you'll see it through?&lt;br /&gt;I tell you that it can be&lt;br /&gt;true!&lt;br /&gt;hey there Mandy&lt;br /&gt;he's sending prayers for you&lt;br /&gt;and he told me that &lt;br /&gt;he loves you, too,&lt;br /&gt;And hey Mandi&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to be blue&lt;br /&gt;God made you worthy,&lt;br /&gt;your brothers in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes your brothers in you&lt;br /&gt;yes your brothers in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go whisper to your mother&lt;br /&gt;her son will live forever&lt;br /&gt;and in you, in me, in him, in them&lt;br /&gt;and all those that he met &lt;br /&gt;along the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to be blue&lt;br /&gt;your brothers in you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600234857931924656-6426515084921736755?l=brenthurd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenthurd.blogspot.com/feeds/6426515084921736755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600234857931924656&amp;postID=6426515084921736755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600234857931924656/posts/default/6426515084921736755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600234857931924656/posts/default/6426515084921736755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenthurd.blogspot.com/2008/12/brother.html' title='brother'/><author><name>Imran Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868062421287940041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDUpw-vVYbM/R1x_vYlfmzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ic6sDQQK9zo/S220/rock+on.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600234857931924656.post-4409728291884421635</id><published>2008-12-18T20:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:45:21.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>make the best of what you have</title><content type='html'>Here comes the morning&lt;br /&gt;look at that sun rise&lt;br /&gt;for some its leaving&lt;br /&gt;for some its coming home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the sunset&lt;br /&gt;lets watch it for a while&lt;br /&gt;look at all these colors&lt;br /&gt;fading to black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you better&lt;br /&gt;make the best of what you have&lt;br /&gt;don't know how much time&lt;br /&gt;you're left with&lt;br /&gt;you better&lt;br /&gt;make the best of what you got&lt;br /&gt;you don't know how long&lt;br /&gt;you're left with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're born and you grow&lt;br /&gt;you live and then you die&lt;br /&gt;the rest is the passage&lt;br /&gt;the journey of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but should've stopped you there&lt;br /&gt;maybe&lt;br /&gt;but you wouldn't have listened&lt;br /&gt;you're a free soul&lt;br /&gt;but should've called out your name, &lt;br /&gt;you would've turned around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wont believe what you'll see&lt;br /&gt;when the spirits smile at me&lt;br /&gt;saying welcome to the other side, of these dimensions&lt;br /&gt;while you're alive&lt;br /&gt;what are you waiting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you better&lt;br /&gt;make the best of what you have&lt;br /&gt;don't know how much time&lt;br /&gt;you're left with&lt;br /&gt;you better&lt;br /&gt;make the best of what you got&lt;br /&gt;you don't know how long&lt;br /&gt;you're left with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today&lt;br /&gt;your last day on earth&lt;br /&gt;your first day on earth&lt;br /&gt;does it feel like it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you better&lt;br /&gt;make the best of what you got&lt;br /&gt;God knows how magical it'll be&lt;br /&gt;what you'll see&lt;br /&gt;what you'll feel&lt;br /&gt;once you get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better&lt;br /&gt;make the best of what you got&lt;br /&gt;you don't know how much&lt;br /&gt;you're left with&lt;br /&gt;you'll never&lt;br /&gt;know the feeling of love&lt;br /&gt;His Holiness will occur&lt;br /&gt;till you get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better&lt;br /&gt;make the best of what you got&lt;br /&gt;you don't know how long&lt;br /&gt;you're left with&lt;br /&gt;And forever&lt;br /&gt;you'll know the feeling of love&lt;br /&gt;that His Holiness will occur&lt;br /&gt;when you get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better&lt;br /&gt;make the best of what you got&lt;br /&gt;as if its your last day on earth&lt;br /&gt;you don't know how much time you're left with&lt;br /&gt;and forever&lt;br /&gt;I know the feeling of love&lt;br /&gt;that His Holiness Has occurred&lt;br /&gt;on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till you get there&lt;br /&gt;when you get there&lt;br /&gt;revel, in your amaryllis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now you're there&lt;br /&gt;and for now I'm here&lt;br /&gt;revel, in your amaryllis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600234857931924656-4409728291884421635?l=brenthurd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenthurd.blogspot.com/feeds/4409728291884421635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600234857931924656&amp;postID=4409728291884421635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600234857931924656/posts/default/4409728291884421635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600234857931924656/posts/default/4409728291884421635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenthurd.blogspot.com/2008/12/make-best.html' title='make the best of what you have'/><author><name>Imran Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868062421287940041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDUpw-vVYbM/R1x_vYlfmzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ic6sDQQK9zo/S220/rock+on.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600234857931924656.post-5891335708598667785</id><published>2008-12-13T21:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:48:56.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>these are the questions</title><content type='html'>Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;What are you?&lt;br /&gt;Are you a human?&lt;br /&gt;you're some sort of&lt;br /&gt;some kind of a&lt;br /&gt;divine alien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sent from&lt;br /&gt;above&lt;br /&gt;another gift from God &lt;br /&gt;to us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the questions&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to ask you&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to have a one on one&lt;br /&gt;interview...&lt;br /&gt;about life,&lt;br /&gt;I said we'll just&lt;br /&gt;roll the cameras&lt;br /&gt;and let the conversation flow&lt;br /&gt;the moment was calling&lt;br /&gt;we let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do you&lt;br /&gt;always&lt;br /&gt;want to help someone&lt;br /&gt;don't you&lt;br /&gt;want to&lt;br /&gt;drive your fancy cars and have fun&lt;br /&gt;you had some&lt;br /&gt;but kept moving &lt;br /&gt;a traveler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats your&lt;br /&gt;cause&lt;br /&gt;your destiny&lt;br /&gt;life is passing through&lt;br /&gt;you and me&lt;br /&gt;be careful of what you do&lt;br /&gt;or say, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the questions&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to ask you&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to have a one on one&lt;br /&gt;interview...&lt;br /&gt;about life,&lt;br /&gt;I said we'll just&lt;br /&gt;roll the cameras&lt;br /&gt;and let the conversation flow&lt;br /&gt;the moment was calling&lt;br /&gt;we let it go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600234857931924656-5891335708598667785?l=brenthurd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenthurd.blogspot.com/feeds/5891335708598667785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600234857931924656&amp;postID=5891335708598667785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600234857931924656/posts/default/5891335708598667785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600234857931924656/posts/default/5891335708598667785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenthurd.blogspot.com/2008/12/these-are-questions.html' title='these are the questions'/><author><name>Imran Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868062421287940041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDUpw-vVYbM/R1x_vYlfmzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ic6sDQQK9zo/S220/rock+on.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600234857931924656.post-3392718970801732324</id><published>2008-12-11T00:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:57:39.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>for a while</title><content type='html'>He'd never fill his stomach&lt;br /&gt;just enough to not feel dizzy&lt;br /&gt;bananas and some chocolates&lt;br /&gt;eat them and get busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got lots of work to do&lt;br /&gt;no time to get lazy&lt;br /&gt;what is it that's inside of you&lt;br /&gt;let it all out and share the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;have to put on&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;br /&gt;big big&lt;br /&gt;smile&lt;br /&gt;I've&lt;br /&gt;got to move on&lt;br /&gt;only here&lt;br /&gt;for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in between&lt;br /&gt;heaven and hell&lt;br /&gt;How can I&lt;br /&gt;save myself from myself&lt;br /&gt;How can you&lt;br /&gt;ask for no ones  help&lt;br /&gt;How can you&lt;br /&gt;save yourself from yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;have to put on&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;br /&gt;big big&lt;br /&gt;smile&lt;br /&gt;I've&lt;br /&gt;got to move on&lt;br /&gt;only here&lt;br /&gt;for a while,&lt;br /&gt;got to get there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;are so busy in your life&lt;br /&gt;no time for sacrifices&lt;br /&gt;need to make it somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juggling multiple tasks&lt;br /&gt;trying to get back to all that you can&lt;br /&gt;pushing forward&lt;br /&gt;moving on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in between&lt;br /&gt;heaven and hell&lt;br /&gt;How can I&lt;br /&gt;save myself from myself?&lt;br /&gt;How can you&lt;br /&gt;ask for no ones help&lt;br /&gt;How can you&lt;br /&gt;save yourself from yourself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600234857931924656-3392718970801732324?l=brenthurd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenthurd.blogspot.com/feeds/3392718970801732324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600234857931924656&amp;postID=3392718970801732324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600234857931924656/posts/default/3392718970801732324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600234857931924656/posts/default/3392718970801732324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenthurd.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-while.html' title='for a while'/><author><name>Imran Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868062421287940041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDUpw-vVYbM/R1x_vYlfmzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ic6sDQQK9zo/S220/rock+on.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600234857931924656.post-360794954574506859</id><published>2008-12-02T23:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:04:10.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in time</title><content type='html'>Where did you transit to&lt;br /&gt;tell me, where did you go?&lt;br /&gt;I'm here looking out for you&lt;br /&gt;right outside my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you'll stop by for dinner&lt;br /&gt;be great to see the kids&lt;br /&gt;you wanted to hang out together&lt;br /&gt;make it better than it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you are, wherever you may be&lt;br /&gt;silently, you could be smiling back at me&lt;br /&gt;but how will I ever know&lt;br /&gt;what you're feeling right now&lt;br /&gt;how would you ever know&lt;br /&gt;what I'm feeling right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how does Gods kingdom look&lt;br /&gt;does it have any snow?&lt;br /&gt;I know you loved the sunshine too&lt;br /&gt;and where the waters go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you'd give me a call&lt;br /&gt;once you're through your swim&lt;br /&gt;I just simply let you go&lt;br /&gt;what more could I've done?&lt;br /&gt;that's another question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you are, wherever you may be&lt;br /&gt;silently, you could be smiling back at me&lt;br /&gt;Now you are, wherever you may be&lt;br /&gt;probably, you could be smiling back at me&lt;br /&gt;And I want to know somehow&lt;br /&gt;what you're feeling right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know somehow&lt;br /&gt;what you're feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;wont you like to know somehow&lt;br /&gt;what I'm feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all that I could do&lt;br /&gt;is to keep loving you.&lt;br /&gt;all that we could do&lt;br /&gt;is to keep loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you transit to&lt;br /&gt;tell me, where did you go?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy's looking out for you&lt;br /&gt;right outside her door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600234857931924656-360794954574506859?l=brenthurd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenthurd.blogspot.com/feeds/360794954574506859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600234857931924656&amp;postID=360794954574506859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600234857931924656/posts/default/360794954574506859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600234857931924656/posts/default/360794954574506859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenthurd.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-time.html' title='in time'/><author><name>Imran Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868062421287940041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDUpw-vVYbM/R1x_vYlfmzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ic6sDQQK9zo/S220/rock+on.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600234857931924656.post-1524525933875852915</id><published>2008-12-01T01:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:06:35.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First day</title><content type='html'>First day in the grave&lt;br /&gt;hows it feeling&lt;br /&gt;tell me the taste&lt;br /&gt;was it reeling?&lt;br /&gt;You said don't stand next to my grave&lt;br /&gt;and don't cry&lt;br /&gt;I wont be there&lt;br /&gt;to reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so does it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;did it work?&lt;br /&gt;was it worth it at all?&lt;br /&gt;was it worth dying than to live and can you give me a call?&lt;br /&gt;does it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;did it work&lt;br /&gt;was it worth it at all?&lt;br /&gt;was it worth dying than living, can you give me a call?&lt;br /&gt;your phones not ringing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day in the grave&lt;br /&gt;for the body&lt;br /&gt;time will melt it away&lt;br /&gt;now no ones there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the soul has parted&lt;br /&gt;departed for another land&lt;br /&gt;within these dimensions somewhere&lt;br /&gt;part 2 of Gods plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing is vanished, everything's here&lt;br /&gt;transitng from one place to another, solitaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But does it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;did it work?&lt;br /&gt;was it worth it at all?&lt;br /&gt;was it worth dying than to live and can you give me a call?&lt;br /&gt;does it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;did it work&lt;br /&gt;was it worth it at all?&lt;br /&gt;was it worth dying than living, can you give me a call?&lt;br /&gt;your phones not ringing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is answering the phone&lt;br /&gt;so have you finally reached home?&lt;br /&gt;No one is answering the phone&lt;br /&gt;have you finally reached home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day in space&lt;br /&gt;whats your location?&lt;br /&gt;Are you there?&lt;br /&gt;reached His heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm calling you i hope that you can hear&lt;br /&gt;I pray to God to give mercy over fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I need to over come&lt;br /&gt;what that I had become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I need to over come&lt;br /&gt;what that I'd become&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDUpw-vVYbM/R1x_vYlfmzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ic6sDQQK9zo/S220/rock+on.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600234857931924656.post-2297740361760288891</id><published>2008-11-30T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T03:39:31.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what should I say to the kids</title><content type='html'>And she came to me&lt;br /&gt;a little girl&lt;br /&gt;she was holding capitol hill&lt;br /&gt;that her American uncle gave her&lt;br /&gt;and then she asked me, daddy&lt;br /&gt;where did Brent chachoo go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what shall I tell her&lt;br /&gt;What shall I tell her Brent?&lt;br /&gt;Should I tell her the truth&lt;br /&gt;God give me strength?&lt;br /&gt;What should I tell her&lt;br /&gt;What shall I tell her my friend&lt;br /&gt;shall I read her your emails&lt;br /&gt;us complementing the trend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said, sweet heart&lt;br /&gt;God loved Brent chachoo so much&lt;br /&gt;that now He wants to be &lt;br /&gt;with him all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she told her mother&lt;br /&gt;Mommy remember what Uncle Brent gave me&lt;br /&gt;this pop up capitol hill&lt;br /&gt;maybe one day, she says,&lt;br /&gt;I can be the president&lt;br /&gt;or a congresswoman, or a teacher, a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what shall I tell her&lt;br /&gt;What shall I tell her Brent?&lt;br /&gt;Should I tell her the truth&lt;br /&gt;God give me strength?&lt;br /&gt;what should I tell her&lt;br /&gt;What shall I tell her my friend?&lt;br /&gt;Should I tell her the truth&lt;br /&gt;about the accident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I said to her&lt;br /&gt;yes I told her Brent&lt;br /&gt;do good for others&lt;br /&gt;God' will give you the strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your legacy, is your integrity&lt;br /&gt;that's what you kept telling all the humanity&lt;br /&gt;integrity of your work&lt;br /&gt;integrity of your words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what shall I tell her&lt;br /&gt;What shall I tell her Brent?&lt;br /&gt;Should I tell her the truth&lt;br /&gt;God give me strength?&lt;br /&gt;What should I tell her&lt;br /&gt;What shall I tell her my friend&lt;br /&gt;Should I tell her the truth&lt;br /&gt;about the fatal accident&lt;br /&gt;what shall I tell her&lt;br /&gt;What shall I tell her Brent?&lt;br /&gt;shall I read her your emails&lt;br /&gt;us setting the trend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I tell the kids&lt;br /&gt;What should I tell them, my friend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600234857931924656-2297740361760288891?l=brenthurd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenthurd.blogspot.com/feeds/2297740361760288891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600234857931924656&amp;postID=2297740361760288891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600234857931924656/posts/default/2297740361760288891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600234857931924656/posts/default/2297740361760288891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenthurd.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-should-i-say-to-kids.html' title='what should I say to the kids'/><author><name>Imran Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868062421287940041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDUpw-vVYbM/R1x_vYlfmzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ic6sDQQK9zo/S220/rock+on.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600234857931924656.post-5347512889001893799</id><published>2008-11-30T21:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T01:32:09.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>does it really matter</title><content type='html'>I should've reached out&lt;br /&gt;that I did too&lt;br /&gt;I should've shook you&lt;br /&gt;I should've asked you to&lt;br /&gt;open up your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget everything I said&lt;br /&gt;and here's the bottom line &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will be no one like him &lt;br /&gt;ever again&lt;br /&gt;God stopped making them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets all remember his smile&lt;br /&gt;they, us, we, you&lt;br /&gt;I loved him&lt;br /&gt;and still do&lt;br /&gt;God does too&lt;br /&gt;thats why he took him so early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is awesome my friend &lt;br /&gt;reading your emails again, &lt;br /&gt;i thought i would faint or throw up&lt;br /&gt;or feel an intense pain, &lt;br /&gt;but there's only this numbness.&lt;br /&gt;i love your thoughts man, so clean, full of hope, &lt;br /&gt;loving, caring, intense, blessed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;maybe i couldn't understand you, &lt;br /&gt;most of our lives &lt;br /&gt;we spend time lost in our own little hives&lt;br /&gt;with pre-conceived stupid notions and misconceptions, &lt;br /&gt;about eachother&lt;br /&gt;stupid enough to judge others &lt;br /&gt;on the basis of how we see... &lt;br /&gt;when life is a 2 shot scene&lt;br /&gt;life is a 2 shot scene&lt;br /&gt;so obviously obscene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am sorry if i caused you any pain, &lt;br /&gt;for the time that i made you wait on me, &lt;br /&gt;i know you waited, but i couldn't get back to you sooner, what a loser &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i raise my hands tonight and pray to God &lt;br /&gt;that one day we will meet again, &lt;br /&gt;and that day we will hug again, like we use to bud, &lt;br /&gt;that tight warm candid hug of yours &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never hesitated, &lt;br /&gt;even for a second &lt;br /&gt;and that's how i remember you&lt;br /&gt;and your Bulgarian dreams&lt;br /&gt;sipping down the caspian sea &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please forgive me, and ask God to forgive me too. &lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to do, &lt;br /&gt;what to say, in any way,&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could see you or talk to you one last time, &lt;br /&gt;but like you said in reply to "Bulgarian Dream" bro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you love someone, &lt;br /&gt;there is no last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His plan is divine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I couldn't understand you, &lt;br /&gt;most of our lives &lt;br /&gt;we spend time lost in our own little hives&lt;br /&gt;with pre-conceived stupid notions and misconceptions, &lt;br /&gt;about eachother&lt;br /&gt;stupid enough to judge others &lt;br /&gt;on the basis of how we see &lt;br /&gt;when&lt;br /&gt;life is a 2 shot scene.&lt;br /&gt;life is a 2 shot scene.&lt;br /&gt;so wickedly obscene&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;br /&gt;life is a 2 shot scene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600234857931924656-5347512889001893799?l=brenthurd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenthurd.blogspot.com/feeds/5347512889001893799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600234857931924656&amp;postID=5347512889001893799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600234857931924656/posts/default/5347512889001893799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600234857931924656/posts/default/5347512889001893799'/><link 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/&gt;fall or spring&lt;br /&gt;I do think&lt;br /&gt;what life can bring&lt;br /&gt;and death is&lt;br /&gt;not a mystery&lt;br /&gt;your legacy is your history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick tack&lt;br /&gt;tick tack toe&lt;br /&gt;any time its time to go.&lt;br /&gt;what you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;why so slow&lt;br /&gt;get on the bus &lt;br /&gt;lets rock and roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you taught&lt;br /&gt;got reinforced&lt;br /&gt;we don't know&lt;br /&gt;how fast it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make the best&lt;br /&gt;of what you got&lt;br /&gt;time, my friend &lt;br /&gt;you don't have a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick tack&lt;br /&gt;tick tack&lt;br /&gt;tick tack toe&lt;br /&gt;any time can be&lt;br /&gt;the time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick tack&lt;br /&gt;tick tack toe&lt;br /&gt;you don't know when&lt;br /&gt;you might go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick tack&lt;br /&gt;tick tack toe&lt;br /&gt;any time its time to go.&lt;br /&gt;what you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;why so slow&lt;br /&gt;get on the bus &lt;br /&gt;lets rock and roll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600234857931924656-7088522727248037267?l=brenthurd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenthurd.blogspot.com/feeds/7088522727248037267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600234857931924656&amp;postID=7088522727248037267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600234857931924656/posts/default/7088522727248037267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600234857931924656/posts/default/7088522727248037267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenthurd.blogspot.com/2008/11/any-time.html' title='Any time'/><author><name>Imran Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868062421287940041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDUpw-vVYbM/R1x_vYlfmzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ic6sDQQK9zo/S220/rock+on.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600234857931924656.post-8283935427986724635</id><published>2008-11-30T18:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T01:37:32.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Overload</title><content type='html'>Why'd you had to ride that bike?&lt;br /&gt;why'd you really have to put up a fight?&lt;br /&gt;why didn't, you listened, to anyone&lt;br /&gt;living life like a loaded gun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you shimmer&lt;br /&gt;in the light of this sunset&lt;br /&gt;in the distance&lt;br /&gt;is the spot where we once met&lt;br /&gt;and where we're going, is a place that's already found us&lt;br /&gt;so come on bud, i wont take the metro, or the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i ever sound obnoxious or rude&lt;br /&gt;but you knew that i loved you dude&lt;br /&gt;like a brother, lost in the past&lt;br /&gt;im coming at you like an express&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now you shimmer&lt;br /&gt;basking in the light of this sunrise&lt;br /&gt;I see no reason&lt;br /&gt;still we got to end this life&lt;br /&gt;and where we're going, is a place already found&lt;br /&gt;maybe everything is happening in Gods consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people say that I should say it was destiny&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking&lt;br /&gt;but that's the difference between destiny and God's will&lt;br /&gt;destiny can be changed, through the will of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because now&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here calling out to you&lt;br /&gt;you said you're reaching out but couldn't get through&lt;br /&gt;and I hear, nothing&lt;br /&gt;who am I kidding?&lt;br /&gt;you're really gone&lt;br /&gt;and left me with this killing &lt;br /&gt;overload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you hear me or the ones you loved&lt;br /&gt;the phones ringing no ones picking up&lt;br /&gt;you lived your life even better than the kings&lt;br /&gt;you're the light that happiness brings&lt;br /&gt;shared your energy with every single one&lt;br /&gt;no hesitations to help the children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now you shimmer&lt;br /&gt;basking in the light of this sunset&lt;br /&gt;back in the distance&lt;br /&gt;I see the spot where we once met&lt;br /&gt;and where we're going, is a place that's already found you&lt;br /&gt;so come on bud, lets hit the future, &lt;br /&gt;not what it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here calling out to you&lt;br /&gt;you said you're reaching out but couldn't get through&lt;br /&gt;and I hear, nothing&lt;br /&gt;who am I kidding?&lt;br /&gt;you're really gone&lt;br /&gt;moved it on&lt;br /&gt;and left me with this &lt;br /&gt;killing, &lt;br /&gt;overload.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600234857931924656-8283935427986724635?l=brenthurd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenthurd.blogspot.com/feeds/8283935427986724635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600234857931924656&amp;postID=8283935427986724635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600234857931924656/posts/default/8283935427986724635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600234857931924656/posts/default/8283935427986724635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenthurd.blogspot.com/2008/11/brent-overload_30.html' title='Overload'/><author><name>Imran Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11868062421287940041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDUpw-vVYbM/R1x_vYlfmzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ic6sDQQK9zo/S220/rock+on.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600234857931924656.post-7404780871580241092</id><published>2008-11-30T18:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:51:50.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brent will live</title><content type='html'>This is the time&lt;br /&gt;to test my spirit&lt;br /&gt;or is it the time&lt;br /&gt;for me to carry on?&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;just not breathing&lt;br /&gt;spinning all around you&lt;br /&gt;though for some I might be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am like the river that flows through the mountains of beyond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont cry today&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it &lt;br /&gt;all my self control&lt;br /&gt;Instead &lt;br /&gt;I'll pray to God&lt;br /&gt;to have mercy on your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember, all the good things, of your life&lt;br /&gt;like your smile&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember, all the good things, of your life&lt;br /&gt;like your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember, everything, about your life&lt;br /&gt;No I wont cry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still see you&lt;br /&gt;with that camera of yours&lt;br /&gt;eager to get back&lt;br /&gt;to start editing and opening doors&lt;br /&gt;you gave it all to your work&lt;br /&gt;even gave yourself for the common good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont cry today&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it &lt;br /&gt;all my self control&lt;br /&gt;Instead &lt;br /&gt;I'll pray to God tonight&lt;br /&gt;to have mercy on your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember, all the good things, of your life&lt;br /&gt;like your smile&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember, all the good things, of your life&lt;br /&gt;like your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember, everything, about your life&lt;br /&gt;No I wont cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember, all the good things, of your life&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember, everything, about your life&lt;br /&gt;You get the glory, man&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember, all the good things, of your life&lt;br /&gt;like your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day he left he named it as his course&lt;br /&gt;he lived and thrived like a powerful force&lt;br /&gt;so close your eyes and see him &lt;br /&gt;in between your memories&lt;br /&gt;you'll hear the wind singing, something sweet through the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brent will live in me&lt;br /&gt;yes in you and me&lt;br /&gt;some may not but some will see&lt;br /&gt;Brent will live &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember, all the good things, of your life&lt;br /&gt;like your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember, everything, about your life&lt;br /&gt;You get the glory &lt;br /&gt;I'll remember, all the good things, of your life&lt;br /&gt;like your smiles&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe I'm writing this&lt;br /&gt;We'll remember, all the good things, of your life&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember, everything, about your life&lt;br /&gt;like your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brent, you're gone&lt;br /&gt;but these cars man, they keep moving on&lt;br /&gt;or maybe, that's the sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd live a thousand lives&lt;br /&gt;as I watch you go beyond that light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Brent Hurd - 1970 - 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend a journalist and a great human being,&lt;br /&gt;may God rest his soul in heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600234857931924656-7404780871580241092?l=brenthurd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenthurd.blogspot.com/feeds/7404780871580241092/comments/default' title='Post 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