Grieve Not My Romeo

Grieve not my Romeo
For your memory never left my heart
Gathered from ages to ages
Some first, some last

For we are but Puppets on strings
Crafted by man, inspired by His master
We are the Romeo and Juliet, that Shakespeare wrote
Dying to self for His Kingdom

The Master guides his crafts from ages to ages
They line every street corner to channel it around
As the timepiece I bought for a song
It never left my bag, until it reached the destination

Maybe for a widowed named Marina, I met in the church
She was denied her house, as recanted by Lulu
Singing lullabies to San Lorenzo, to guide her souls
She said her heirs were driven to some foreign shores

This reminds me of Our Virgin From Antipolo
A small Icon left by my earthly mother
She is the "Lady Of Peace and Good Voyage"
Wanted to spread her blessings to Samar before
But some twist of Faith turned things around
Causing lives to be buried in the sea by some Vikings

I sing this song not to vendicate
But to give honor to where it is due....