It’s amazing how the ordinary,becomes something extraordinary. The poor are rich in heart,and rich in spirit. They prove they are somebody,and can leave a legacy. Be it in kind deed,without greed. Be it in pure love,precious than a dove. How a true father,will never let me falter.  

I cry because I am glador don’t like what I’ve had Mommy saidit’s because I want my own waybut is that so bad a few times a day I cry because I am sador perhaps because I am mad Daddy saidit’s because I don’t wantto listen to a word he says But I say otherwisebecause ...

With or without youNow I am faced Abundant emptinessLoss of my faith How can I continueLive as it’s normal Your presence awayMy spirit before you The first of manyYou’ll always remain The memories, flashbacksDrive me insane How does one comeTo terms with a loss A child was hereThen next she was gone My life will ...