Parting
Who knows when meeting shall ever be
It might be for years or
It might be forever
Let us then take a lump of clay
Wet it, pat it
And make an image of you
And an image of me
Then smash them, crash them
And with a little water
Knead them together
And out of the clay we'll remake
an image of you and an image of me
Thus in my clay, there's a little of you
And in your clay, there's a little of me
And nothing will ever set us apart
Living, we'll be forever
in each other's heart
And dead, we'll be buried together
Ballad Of Bruce Lee
At the dawning of the morning
on the hour of the dragon
High atop the hills of San Francisco
life's greatest legend was born
Into this world came
a little dragon, Bruce Lee
His hands and feet fast,
powerful and mighty
It was easy for him
to win the world's acclaim
For he was strong
and his will untamed
In his search for reality
he found the tools of JKD
Many hours he would spend a day
trying to find some better ways
Few people know
what was left to me
His poems, arts and his philosophy
But like a flash of lightning
now he's gone
But I know his memory will live on
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