I FeltI felt light as a building, Tall as a blade of grass, Strong as a baby, As powerful as a broken bow.I Felt
I felt alone, cold, weak, as if left to die.
I felt no hope.
I felt no love. I felt so much fear.
I felt a bit better. I felt there might be hope. I felt others did care. I felt warmer inside.
My ice was melting, My winter retreating. My blue energy giving way to more.
The heat I felt, was red energy rising. Rising above, and more. Rising beyond, so far, this moment. Building up my hopes. Allowin
What do I do?I sit here watching. I sit here waiting. I sit here wanting.What do I do?
What can be done?
He wants to go home. He wants to go home. He wants to go home.
What can be done?
Bring him color pencils. Bring him music. Bring him home soon, "promise."
What do I do?
I watch the others sit, lonely, heartbroken, alone. I watch them and understand his fear of staying here. I understand that... he was crying this morning.
He wants to go home. He wants to go home. He wants to go home.
I
My Father is DyingMy father is dying So I sit here crying A thousand memories flood thru my mindMy Father is Dying
My father was gentle My father was kind All these strengths in him drain
My father is weak now My father is quite He is afraid the men will take him away
My father is trapped My father is blind He is in a hospital room but doesn’t know it
My father is happy My father is scared
The things he can see aren’t even there
My father is clear
My father is awake Talk to him while you can
My mother is making plans My un
Something Good
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Thank you hun
luv Punk-Whore
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