IF I LOSE YOU

IF I LOSE YOU

WOULD LIFE NOT BE VOID OF MEANING?

WOULD BLOOD NOT REFUSE

TO FLOW THROUGH MY VEINS?

IF I LOSE YOU

WOULD MY WORLD NOT GIVE WAY?

WOULD THE BREATH OF LIFE

NOT FROM ME BE TAKEN AWAY?

IF I LOSE YOU

WOULD THE EARTH NOT CRUMBLE TO NOTHINGNESS?

WOULD THE DRUMMING OF MY HEART

NOT FADE TO DEAD SILENCE?

IF I LOSE YOU

WOULD LOVE NOT FORFEIT ITS ESSENCE?

WOULD MY FEET NOT END ITS JOURNEY

THROUGH THE MIRAGE STREETS OF EXISTENCE?

WOULD YOU NOT RATHER BE

MINE TO FOREVER KEEP

‘COS IF I TO THE GREAT BEYOND GO

WOULD THE HEAVENS NOT OF MY SOUL

REQUIRE OF THEE?

- MacHenry Churchill

BEFORE I LEAVE

BEFORE I LEAVE

TO HEAVEN WHERE MY SOUL’S REST SHALL BE

I SHALL TOUR THE EARTH’S FAR ENDS

TO GIVE TROUBLED LIVES MY SOOTHING HANDS

I SHALL, THE POOR, ENRICH

WITH THE ALL OF ME THAT I HAVE TO GIVE

THE LACKING SHALL INHERIT MY WEALTH

TO THE HOMELESS I SHALL WILL MY TENT

MY SIBLINGS SHALL HAVE NO CAUSE TO MOURN

‘COS TIME MY STORY SHALL TELL

WHEN I’M GONE

BEFORE I LEAVE

I SHALL SING A SONG

THAT WILL ENDURE TILL THE END

A MELODY OF WHICH SHALL LINGER

LONG AFTER I’M TURNED TO DUST

FOREVER IN THE HEARTS OF MEN

TO QUELL THEIR TROUBLES;

TO PROVIDE LIGHT FOR THEIR DARK STRUGGLES

THE RHYTHM OF IT SHALL ESCORT MY SOUL

ITS ECHO SHALL GUIDE ME HOME

EVEN AS THE CURTAIN OF MY LIFE COMES

TO ITS GLORIOUS CLOSE.

- MacHenry Churchill

BEAUTIFUL

MY HEART IS LOST TO YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL.

WHAT I SHARE WITH YOU MY LOVE IS SO MEANINGFUL.

YOU GIVE MY LIFE A PURPOSE BEYOND WORDS CAN EXPRESS.

YOU MAKE MY DAYS SO PERFECT DARLING, I AM SO BLESSED.

WE’LL TAKE A TRIP TO THE MOON, FLY TO THE STARS,

STROLL TO THE HEAVENS, AND SMILE FROM AFAR.

HAA. YOU KNOW YOU MAKE ME LAUGH.

I’M SO THANKFUL THAT YOU CAME INTO MY LIFE.

THIS IS BEAUTIFUL.

I FEEL SO SPECIAL WHEN I’M WITH YOU.

I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU, AND WILL DIE WITH YOU.

JUST SAY YOU LOVE ME TOO,

AND LIVING ON EARTH WILL BE SO COOL.

I ALREADY KNOW ‘I DO’.

MY BEAUTIFUL… AM ALL FOR YOU.

- MACHENRY MOTIV8 CHURCHILL

Meet the Scribbler, the Poet, the Lyricist, the Storyteller

I WRITE FROM THE DEPTH OF ME

I SCRIBBLE AS WORDS COME TO ME

THE PEN INSPIRES ME TO BE

THE INK MAKES ME FULLY LIVE

I LEAP BEYOND ALL WHEN WHEN I WRITE

I SOAR OUT OF SIGHT

I GET FILLED WITH LIGHT

BRIMMING WITH MIGHT

I WIN. I CONQUER

- MacHenry Motiv8 Churchill