Kinsey, I know
times lately have been kinda rough,
And I know the way things have been were kinda tough,
I just want you to know it will all get better,
It can be solved with a hug and a letter.
People think what they choose,
Some while intoxicated on some booze.
No matter what they think or say,
My thought about you they do not sway.
I’m sorry if that is how it seemed,
My feelings for you are redeemed.
I no longer go with status quote,
No longer will I go with the flow,
If I have to fight upstream,
I will do anything to achieve this dream.
I would do anything for you I hope you know,
My feelings for you I outwardly show.
My feelings no longer can be suppressed,
No longer will I feel depressed.
I really like you, that is true,
No matter what people say, I want you.
This year we will have a great prom night,
We have made a truce, and no longer fight.
Let’s make our youth special while it lasts,
With my time left, I wanna have a blast.
I don’t claim to
be the world’s greatest poet,
And in my writing, I’m sure I show it.
I just write to express feelings I just can’t say,
Or just the ones I keep at bay.
Maybe this is just to say hey,
Or let you know what I can’t say.
Should we be friends or try for more?
Should we even consider opening that door?
This is probably just wishful thinking,
Because in my heart, I feel my chances sinking.
Maybe I’m wrong and don’t need to think,
Because my esteem lowers with every blink.
I blew my chance, one friend said,
That message went straight to my head.
Why should I let it bother me?
Because, the chance I did not see.
I’m an idiot it really seems,
I only can have you in my dreams.
Life plays a strange mind game,
Blow a chance and live with the blame.
But sometimes the game can be won,
And a person can find their place in the sun.
That’s what I’m looking for, that’s for sure.
Even if I don’t find mine, I hope you find yours.
To Erin
A happy little
poem, just for Erin,
This special poem with you I’m sharin’.
I’m not depressed at all anymore,
I’m as happy as a guy about to score.
I hope you like these special verses,
Look, I’m not even using any curses!
You should be happy, because I am too,
Just read this little message whenever you are blue.
Maybe it will cheer you and bring a smile,
And not think I’m so evil and oh so vile.
So, have a good day, and all that crap,
Yet another poem completed in my lap.
Carmen, you are a very dear friend,
And for that, to you, this poem I send.
Thanks for all the times we’ve had,
You were there in the good and the bad.
If I make you happy and bring a smile,
That makes my life all the worthwhile.
You’ve cheered me up when I was blue,
When I smile, it’s because of people like you.
I want you to know you are worth a lot,
In my heart you have a special little slot.
There is one thing that I never want you to forget,
You can stick this little poem in your pocket.
I use an example with gymnastics,
But you can use it in any situation that fits.
When you tumble and you miss your feet,
Land on your rear and take a seat,
I don’t want you to pitch a fit,
Just remember my simple phrase, “You can do it.”
A broken heart is a pain to see,
Especially when the cause was me.
I hope she knows the sorrow I bear,
And I hope she knows that I do care.
It’s hard for both us when it is like this,
When it can’t be solved with a hug and a kiss.
I hate to see someone hurt in this way,
But there isn’t anything that I feel I can say.
I want to stay close and be great friends,
As long as she won’t hate me, it all depends.
I know she will be happy again one day,
It just kills me to see her suffer this way.
Throughout it all, I hope one quality shows,
And I hope that throughout it all she knows,
I hope she knows until my end,
She will have me as a best friend.
"Wynelle B. Gardner, yes it's here.
Just please step through these gates my dear.
Some people came to welcome you home,
And then He would like to see you at His throne.
Here are the people who will guide you through,
Each one was anxious to see you.
There is John, he's been with you always,
He tried to protect you in every way.
Look beside you, towards the floor,
Jonathan is sitting over by the door.
He sat patiently waiting for your return;
He watched your struggles with much concern.
And there is Aunt Katie, walking there,
Here in Heaven, she needs no chair.
She was there for support when you needed her,
To help you get through whatever did occur.
Many other people are here, they have been waiting,
How great an angel you will make, they were contemplating.
We hope that you will enjoy your stay with us,
There's so much lost time that you need to discuss.
We are glad to have you here, and wanted you to know,
The kindness that was in your heart truly does show.
Heaven will be brighter from this day on,
for the light in your heart brightens every dawn.
So go now my dear, tour our Golden Streets,
Or sit and talk, there's plenty of seats.
Life for you has just begun,
In this land of the ever shining Son.
Your spirits are high, they were never low,
I hate to depart, but I must go.
There is a line at the Gates that I must tend to,
There are many more people, but none as nice as you.
But I must fly, I will see you later,
Oh and by the way, my name's St. Peter."
In Memory of Wynelle B. Gardner
7-12-25 / 6-6-00
The Three
Lindsay had such golden hair,
and a complexion young and fair.
Mandy with her sis and bro,
at making friends she was a pro.
Heather was a great softball player,
her batting swing was a real slayer.
These three characters we truly miss,
since they wandered into heavenly bliss.
Now with Jesus they do walk,
and with long lost relatives they do talk.
Why did they leave then?
Why not in another decade or ten?
The loss of Lindsay Mandy, and Heather
has somehow brought us strangely together.
We do not have time in this life to burn,
this is one lesson that we must learn.
I hope that since this tragedy struck,
that people no longer rely on luck.
If they do, they may be surprised,
when tragedy strikes and they become mortified
Ode to the Three
(PUBLISHED IN THE COCHRAN JOURNAL)
It's 1998, one
year past,
the shadow that in our heart was cast.
We lost someone dear to us,
A tragedy that we often discuss.
That person, that angel, that doll,
that young lady, Lindsay who befriended us all.
That pretty face is surely missed,
Since it was added to St. Peter's list.
Her and two others left that fifth,
a day we wish was a myth.
Those beautiful three, Lindsay, Mandy, and Heather,
Float in Heaven light as a feather.
Lindsay Left That Afternoon
It seemed like any other day,
classmates did laugh, joke, and play.
No one knew what would happen soon,
for Lindsay left that afternoon.
Going home for the last time,
now the Heavenly Staircase she does climb.
On that day she was looking at a prom magazine,
sadly, she left this world only as a teen.
The next day was a hard one to sit in class
for the afternoon before, Lindsay did pass.
Lindsay left that afternoon.
Why did she have to leave so soon?
In 1998, they
will have been gone a year.
Although it has been so long, their memory still brings forth a tear
. We miss them greatly every day,
because now in the ground they lay.
We wonder why the tree was there,
and how this burden we will bear.
But they are gone and in a better place,
so wipe that tear from your face.
Don't feel sad that they are gone,
because the only place they have gone to is Home.
The three girls
have been gone a year,
but the thought of them brings up a tear.
They left our lives on February 5th
which is a day we wish was a myth.
We all stop and wonder why,
then take a moment to pause and cry.
They may have moved on spiritually,
but their memories last earthly eternally.
If someone could have known how the events would unfold,
maybe we could have stopped that car in its tracks cold.
They are greatly missed here,
and our classed now have lost much of their cheer.
We sometimes stop and wonder "why not me"?
But for all of God's actions, the reason is not always clearly seen.
So we stop and say good-bye to our classmates,
and hope to see them soon at the Pearly Gates
In that car I
would like to be,
but the reason is not clear to me.
I guess I would like to be dead,
and be all laid out with a few words said.
Because this burden is too heavy to bear,
and at those empty desks we just stare
People lined up at the hospital to see,
the body that I wish was me.
To be in that car speeding for the tree,
why?why?why? wasn't it me?
Lindsay although
I knew you not very well,
It didn't take me long to see that you really were swell.
It really is hard to say good-bye to a friend,
all I know to do is find something to send.
Now your poem did come true,
I just hoe he loved you through and through.
Now we look at memorials and pictures of you,
and wonder why it was you that the tree slew.
As we now file past your lot,
some need to ask for directions to your plot.
I just want you to know that you have been missed,
ever since the last time you were kissed.
The Diner
The scene is set, a restaurant near,
enter a teenage boy and his sweetie, his dear.
This dinner is special, it’s a first date,
along with them came Destiny and Fate.
Hopes and dreams are to discuss,
unknowing of the nearing fuss.
Customers come and customers go,
filling the room in a steady flow.
The room is full with twenty I’d say,
nineteen would not walk away that day.
Enter main character number three,
a gentle businessman is who he be.
Next enters a teen, dressed in black,
menacing with a stuffed backpack.
Business goes on as it normally does,
Then from a dark corner comes a buzz.
A fight has begun, minor to start,
Spilling coffee gets a waitress a bullet to the heart.
It’s the businessman someone did shout,
followed by bullets that bounced throughout.
The young teen couple gripped with fear,
hide themselves under a table near.
Our young man fearing for his lady,
heads for the corner, dark and shady.
He grabs the gun to end the blood bath,
a bullet meets his head when they cross the same path.
Our dear lady silently screams,
unable to speak with shattered dreams.
her sorrow turns to terror as he aims his gun,
there is no where to hide, no where to run.
aims for her chest, and pulls the trigger back.
Her vision goes blurry, then fades to black.
The only one left was our gothic freak,
now it was him the man did seek.
Point blank range, bullet to the head,
one last look to see everyone was dead.
Placing the gun in the boy’s hand,
this is how it is, but not supposed to be.
The man escapes, the police arrive,
only to find no one alive.
They decide it was a murder-suicide,
they never looked for the man that did hide.
The moral of this twisted story of woe,
America sees us as an ultimate foe.
we’re not the enemy believe it or not,
in this story, you see, three got shot.
Hello Death
"Hello Death, how are you today?"
Fine thanks, but I come to take you away."
"Is my time finally through?"
Yes it is time to pay your dues.
Come with me son, just quit stalling,
The sun of your life is now falling.
Your sun has set, it's time to go,
Now all that is left is to lay you low."
Be Still My Beating Heart
Be still my beating heart, you're making me wonder
if I will ever fall into the eternal slumber.
I've lived my life to a full extent,
not much I have done would I relent.
Now my journey here is through,
now I must pay my due.
Be still my beating heart, let me sleep,
For tonight, I will sleep deep.
Suicide
Here I sit in my
room
contemplating my personal doom.
I wish it could all end tonight,
the only thing preventing is fright.
Fear of what is after this,
will it be Hell, or will it be bliss?
Sitting here trying to ponder,
and think of times fonder
in my life.
As I sit, my mind draws a blank
and with myself I become quite frank.
I sit here alone in my personal Hell,
from my graceful podium I have fell.
As I wish to go to the other side,
I think how time has never flied.
I wish I was in the tunnel heading for the light,
and regain my religion that has passed my sight.
I sit here wishing I were dead
hoping someone would shoot me in the head.
People would say "But he had so much life, why was it him?"
Little do they know the light in my soul has grown dim.
I have fought my battle, and run my race,
my journey wasn't clear or trimmed with lace.
Now my journey has come to an end
as I make my way around this last bend.
I'm tired of this crap, just leave me be,
and let me rot under this tree.
I'm in a car
about to die,
there is no time for me to cry.
I never thought this day would come
no one saw where the deer came from.
We smashed into it and slid to the side,
this is one nightmare from which I cannot hide.
The roof caves in on me as it flips to the side,
I am the only one in the car that has died.
It's all over now, but I can see,
the accident clear and vividly.
I live it over day after day,
and day after day I pray,
that I will be freed from this re-run Hell.
FREAKS
My life has no meaning, that's what I think.
It's full of crap, and things that stink.
People hate me & I don't care,
that's one pain in my heart that I don't bear.
They mess with me, I'll kill them quick.
I'll pull the trigger with one quick flick.
But then the gun points to me,
and the truth I do see.
I am the freak that man has created,
now their fear has them elated.
I will take them down one by one,
I will kill them all son by son.
This is the payback for what they have done,
to me and my fellow brethren.
I had a friend,
she went away
She tried to solve a problem, but not in a good way.
Payback against being treated wrong,
I haven’t seen her in ‘o so long.
Her plan was simple and plain,
But from it she did not gain.
No eating or sleeping, nothing at all,
One day at school, she took a fall.
Hunger and dehydration, the doctor did say,
In the hospital she was put that day.
Unconscious, in a deep sleep.
By her bedside, her friends did weep.
It looked good, she was going to be OK,
Then it looked like she would continue to lay.
One day with her friends gathered near,
The beeps from the heart monitor, they did not hear.
The doctor ran in as an alarm sounded.
In my chest, my heart pounded.
They started CPR immediately,
Trying to save her repeatedly.
All life gone, all hope lost,
She got attention, at a high cost.
I hope she realized what she wanted so bad,
Caused her friends to be extremely sad.
We have missed her greatly since that day
And on our hearts, that sorrow will lay,
Forever, and a day.
If I was gone tomorrow, would I be missed?
When I am gone and my name is on St. Peter’s list,
I want people to go on with their lives as normal,
A simple tribute will do, nothing formal.
If I was gone tomorrow, would I be satisfied,
Would I have accomplished something before I died?
Have I made an influence in anyone I’ve met?
Did I change someone’s life before in the ground I am set?
If one person is better because of me,
If only for a minute a smile I did see,
Then I believe that it was worth all the time I was here
And I hold in my heart all my friends close and dear.
If I was gone tomorrow, would people even care?
Would they even notice that I was not there?
I know some people would not be upset about me
Those people, at my funeral I would not see.
If no one was there, I would be sad,
But in a way, I would be glad.
I don’t want anyone to be sad that I am not here,
I don’t want them to be sad or even shed a tear.
I want to see them with a smile on their face,
And not to see sadness in this case,
I just want them to be happy that they knew me,
And for them to know that I am finally set free.
I will still be around anyhow,
Even though they cannot see me now.
I’ll still be here to help heal hearts,
Maybe now I can stop the pain before it starts.
So do not be sad that I have gone away,
Because in your heart, I will stay.
As long as you continue to believe,
There is no real reason to grieve.
I’ll still be around somewhere near,
And you can call on me, and I’ll be here.
Memories are
things you always cherish
Big or small they never perish.
The making of a memory, you know how it feels?
Your first kiss or a bike w/o training wheels.
Good, Bad, they come in many ways,
But in your mind, they forever stay.
Some bring pain, some bring joy,
Many begin when you are a little boy.
What are they good for, why do they last?
Precious little things from the past.
Writing is a
gift, some people say,
When a person can sit and write all day.
Working out problems in pen and ink,
Pausing for a moment to stop and think.
Sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s bad,
They can make a person happy or mad.
Playing with emotions, is that good?
Making a person feel like you think they should.
Life teaches
many lessons
Through many types of sessions.
Some are good, some are bad,
Some are pleasant, some are sad.
Fights with someone you can’t stand,
To kisses, or just the holding of hands.
Moments in life, lived once only,
Don’t live life secluded and lonely.
People
Some people are kind, some are mean,
Some are noticeable, some are never seen.
Some try to cause a stir,
Some are high and life is a blur.
Some live long, and some never do,
Some are like me, some are like you.
It’s hard to judge a person by looks,
You can’t learn to judge them like a book.
People can mislead another with ease,
And take full advantage of you, what a sleeze.
Look at the inside, it’s much more true,
For it shows more than the face in front of you.
4-4-99
Whenever we are close or near,
I cannot help but shed a tear.
Feeling you as close as skin,
A feeling I can not share again.
No wrong doing by either of us,
A love from the past brought forth this fuss.
Empathy is a pain to bear,
"Just play stupid and pretend not to care."
That’s what I should have done, but I couldn’t
To force feelings and hide despair, I wouldn’t.
The truth comes out, to show its face,
I am the one you no longer chase.
Feelings for people you can not hide.
My feelings for you have not died.
Please do not be saddened by my dictation
And don’t loose hope in this twisted situation.
Go and seek true happiness
With whomever brings you bliss.
Do not take this as the end,
For, to me, you’re my closest best friend.
Whenever I may cross your thought,
Know I am living life following its twisted plot.
In your mind, find a slot
To remember my simple phrase, "Forget Me not."
How Special You Are
What do you think of me?
Do I fill you with glee?
I really try my best
To stand above all the rest.
I try to please you in every way
Over and over, day after day.
I just can’t help but think of you,
It cheers me up when I am blue.
Time alone, just
me and you,
No longer do I feel blue.
Quiet time holding hands,
Both "pasty white" with absent tans.
Holding each other’s body close
With hormones raging in a large dose.
I hope you like me, I really do.
I hope you like me as much as I like you.
Simple words
flow from my pen,
Pure feeling, straight to the end.
Some of my poems make people cry,
That's not the purpose, I do not try
To make people sad that way,
It's just these emotions I keep at bay.
They flow freely when I sit and write,
Some of my views are not correct or right.
They just express how I feel inside,
That is where they sit and hide.
That is where I store them, deep, deep down,
I cover them with happiness, try not to frown
I try to make everyone smile when I'm near,
I try to take away their anger, sadness, and fear.
Few people know my true emotions,
I always seem happy and live with motion.
I don’t mind making myself a fool,
And few people know this is my simple tool
To bring a smile to someone's face,
Even if myself I do disgrace.
I hate to hurt people, it saddens me so,
Anyone who knows me, that they know.
I'd do anything to make people feel better
Even if all I do is write a simple letter.
To them I only want to bring joy
A simple smile caused by this little boy.
If I make a difference in one person I know,
And bring them from a depression so low,
Then my soul is brighter from that time
When from their face a smile does shine.
If I was one
thing, I'd be a candle
Lighting the way so you can handle
Your life easier without woes
Not having to fight with your foes.
I'd help keep you from stumbling over
Things blocking your path to an open door.
If I light your path, life is easier,
Even strong winds, my light will not deter.
No matter what, I'm here for you
To cheer you up when you are blue.
Do not fret when times get tough,
If things look down or kind of rough.
Just remember, I'm always here,
In your heart, close and near.
I will help you out in every way,
Happiness and love in your heart will stay.
Don't blow me out, that’s one request
Unless it's me you do detest.
I do not try to hurt anyone
That isn't good or any fun.
But one day you may leave me behind
You may no longer need my light to shine.
If that day comes, go on your way
And I will hope to see you again one day.
If one day, I don't appear,
Do not worry, do not fear
I may be gone, but in your heart
The light I gave you did not depart.
It will be there forever and a day
To always bring happiness and light your way.
Farewell for now, I'm needed elsewhere
If your path grows dark, in your heart, I'm there.
So I'm really not gone, just not seen,
I would not leave, I'm not that mean.
Only one simple request that I must say,
Please, never forget those who lit your way.
Graduation
Tonight, we walked the final walk,
departed from friends with a final talk.
Some never to be seen again,
It's hard to say goodbye to your friends.
Hoping to always keep in touch,
Some hoping for nothing of the such.
We continue now on our way,
to go on with life for another day.
Its hard to leave friends behind,
Especially the ones who were sweet and kind.
They will be missed from this day on,
Will their lives change now that we are gone?
Times have changed, better or worse,
Will the future be a blessing or a curse?
Tonight was the end of one of life's paths,
Forever in our heart this memory will last.
Farewell to the people who may never return,
A sudden loneliness spills out and the past we yearn.
But the time has come for us to move on,
Tomorrow will bring a brand new dawn.
We now step forward to take the next step,
But always close to my heart my friends will be kept.
Farewell to my fellow classmates, who I may never see again,
Maybe we will meet in five years or maybe ten.
Farewell to the friends left behind at school,
To not cherish every moment would make you a fool.
The time will fly and you will be here then,
And you will become women and men.
But it is time for me to depart and leave,
With our leaving, please do not grieve.
I bid farewell and a hearty goodbye,
And leave a simple request not to cry.
But if you do, please cry for joy,
The people you are watching are no longer little girls and boys.
We leave this place a changed group of students,
We leave to face the real world and hope for a life prudent.
So farewell and goodbye to all of my friends,
This poem, to you, my feelings, it sends.
Hopefully our paths will cross once again in the future,
The memories that we shared will last forever I’m sure.
I dream of a
place, far, far, away.
A place I visit every day.
A place of Light and loving care,
Friends and Angels reside there.
They welcome anyone to come and see,
The place they have created for you and me.
Close your eyes, imagine the light,
Use your heart to see, not your sight.
Feel the love as you they embrace,
Love surrounds you in this place.
View the gardens that liven the scene,
Feel the lush grass, so soft and green.
The Lake of Dreams lies over there,
Toss in a Dream with utmost care.
Now it is time, you must return,
With every visit, there is more to learn.
Do not be saddened when you must leave,
You can return, please, do not grieve.
Feel their love in your life everyday,
To feel this love, all you have to do, is pray.
Until We Meet Again
One Guy,
One Gal,
They became the best of pals.
Things progressed steadily,
A bright new future they did see.
Feelings stronger than anything before,
An epic love greater than all the legends and lore.
This boy, he was 3 years older,
But it never mattered because true love he showed her.
The girl, she loved him more every day,
But then one day he had to go away.
But it wouldn’t be for long at all,
He was going camping for a few weeks in the fall.
Before they said their goodbyes,
He gently wiped the tears out of her eyes.
He pulled out a tightly folded letter,
And the tears welled up as he handed it to her.
She opened it up slowly as she softly gazed at him,
And the tears no longer would stay within
As she read:
I wish you were here,
I wish you were near.
I miss your face,
Your eyes,
Your laughs,
Your cries.
I wish you were sitting here with me today,
I wish I could hear all you have to say.
I wish I could hold your hands,
Seize this day without plans,
Share this great place with you,
And I hope that you’ll miss me too.
I hope you have the best days all the time,
I just wish you were more a part of mine.
Please do not cry my friend,
I promise I will see you again.
And with this note, all my love I send,
Until we meet again.
Minutes seemed like hours, and days felt like years,
She could barely see his pictures through all of her tears.
She kept him in her heart wherever she went,
He thought about her often while dreaming of her in his tent.
He took a moment to think, as he gazed across a canyon,
The tears flowed freely as he thought about his lovely companion.
The beauty before him did not faze him at all,
Alone in that moment in the woods in the Fall.
He tried to clear his mind but he could only think of her instead,
And to that empty valley, he said:
I wish you were here,
I wish you were near.
I miss your face,
Your eyes,
Your laughs,
Your cries.
I wish you were sitting here with me today,
I wish I could hear all you have to say.
I wish I could hold your hands,
Seize this day without plans,
Share this great place with you,
And I hope you miss me too.
I hope you have the best days all the time,
I just wish you were more a part of mine.
Please do not cry my friend,
I promise I will see you again.
And with this note, all my love I send,
Until we meet again.
He couldn’t wait for that moment when he would see the one he adored,
He was on his way back home, back to see her once more,
But a tree had fallen around the bend,
He couldn’t believe this is how it would end.
He slammed the brake pedal as hard as he could,
But it wasn’t soon enough as the metal meshed with wood.
There was no time; it was too late,
That tree had sealed his fate.
Her mom came in to her room trying to hold her tears at bay,
As she told that little girl “He won’t be coming home today.”
The girl sat in bed screaming “Why, oh Why??”
“Why did this happen, Why did he have to die?”
He was laid to rest on a cold November day,
She was left alone, and through her tears,
She began to pray:
I wish you were here,
I wish you were near.
I miss your face,
Your eyes,
Your laughs,
Your cries.
I wish you were sitting here with me today,
I wish I could hear all you have to say.
She beat the soil on that cold miserable day.
She screamed “Why oh why did it have to end this way?”
And in the whisper of the wind,
She could almost hear the voice
Of her long lost missing friend.
She heard:
I wish I could hold your hands,
Seize this day without plans,
Share this great place with you,
And I hope you know I miss you too.
I hope you have the best days all the time,
I just wish you were more a part of mine.
Please do not cry my friend,
I promise you will see me again.
And, to you, all my love I send,
Until we meet again.
Take My Hand
Stick with me through thick and thin,
And I promise you, I won’t give in.
Through it all,
I will never let you fall.
I will guide you through-
Walking hand-in-hand right beside you.
I’ll be your light to lead your way
To a brighter and happier day.
Faith will guide you through this trial
And conquer all fears no matter how vile.
Never for once, were you alone
Your guide was there, just not shown.
Grasp me tightly and hold on close,
For you must face those you fear the most.
But there is a Light, there is an End,
And by your side will be a true friend.
Take my hand, I’ll lead you there,
To a place full of love and care.
The path is rocky and we can not see,
But I know the way, just follow me.
We may trip and we may stumble,
But your Will, it must not crumble.
The light grows brighter, there is a clearing
I hope you feel the Love and hear all the cheering.
There are others who have traveled this way,
Searching for a better and brighter day.
Now is the time to laugh and have fun,
For you life dear child has just now begun.
Years Lost
Precious childhood years forgotten forever
From your memory, you try to sever
The pain associated with years gone by
Killing yourself and asking “Why?”
Your youthful years were stolen away,
And your life is shattered today.
A monster with a sickness left you tattered and abused
Your mind, body and soul are all now bruised.
Please know this was never your fault,
You couldn’t control the perversion he sought.
Now is the time to begin to heal
And treat the wounds you no longer conceal.
With all the wrongs brought forth on your life,
You are so strong, you face them with strife.
Things often happen and never become clear
But I do promise there was a reason my dear.
Your Father in Heaven wraps you in Love,
And he will cleanse your soul as white as a dove.
You will finally face fears with your head held high,
And you will touch the lives of everyone you pass by.