An adaptation of "Remember" - by Christina Rossetti

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a day
And aftewards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts but for a while,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

Your Smile

That smile, so rare, it haunts your face.
And when it does appear, you are the image of grace.
Oh if I could see that look, even if just for a while!
Is there any thing I can do to make you smile?

I can see the twitch ready when you are with friends,
Waiting to express glee before the instant ends.
And still, after the moment is done, the smile lingers
Like the delicious taste of KFC upon your fingers.

If I grinned myself silly, all day long,
Would that make you smile?
If I lost myself in the crowded throng,
Would you smile for a while?
If I fell flat on my face before the whole school,
Would that grin of yours come?
If I learnt to love korean dramas as a golden rule,
Would glee finally succumb?

Oh Steph, you have asked me why I'm depressed.
And the answer to that is that your smiles you repressed.
But how should it affect me? I know you wonder.
It is when you look sad that my heart tears asunder.

I am at my wit's end here. Tell me what I should do.
I am lost for ideas save to shout AJA AJA HWAITING at you
And watch for a reaction. But we know the rift is too wide.
Too wide to jump, too deep to climb, to leap to your side.

Oh, I walk to the train tracks. You shall be the first and last.

"The Road of Sorrows" - a song I didn't compose myself but did sing.

He walked the road of sorrows,
He bore the weight of all my tears.
He took my anguish on his back
And shouldered every fear.

The love that drove him onward
Would pave the way with every crimson stone.
He walked the road of sorrows,
As he bore my cross alone.

He walked the road of sorrows,
He slowly climbed that hill of death,
He spoke of mercy and forgiveness
With every dying breath!

The blood that stained the pathway
Has paid the price for all my sinful shame.
He walked the road of sorrows
With the cross that bears my name...!

How could I know the mystery of grace?
How love could hold him there, dying in my place?
But every time I see those laboured footsteps,
All his sufferring... I know I owe him everything.

He walked the road of sorrows
He bore my cross to calvary
He walked the road of sorrows...
And he walked... that road... for me!