be not afraiddeath is not an endbe not afraidlet the journey beginthe caterpillar turns into a butterflyit's not over when we diebe not afraid of dyin..
a mother laments upon the hillthe hill of dead and dyingshe cannot conceive her lossshe cannot stop her cryinga pirilous journey she'll undertakefor h..
what ifif onlythe story of my lifewhat if thisand what if thatif only i'd worn a different hata fork in the roadi chose the wrong pathand now i cant f..
i want to write a poemto put my thoughts in penbut every time i trywritter's block againi want to write a poem one to make you thinkbut every time it ..
i see your stupid faceswatching me with gleei perform these stupid tricksbut oh how i long to be freeto roam the jungle once againto be with my pridem..
CLIMBING TREESSKINNED UP KNEESTHE SMELL OF FRESH MOWED GRASSROLLER SKATES WITH BIG YELLOW WHEELSSHOWING OFF RACING DOWN HILLSPLAYING GAMES OF TRUTH OR..
like poison running through my veinslike a cancer eating my brainconsumed with anger for you only disdainthis burden of forgivenessi cannot bareand in..
in this trap only one way outdeath can set me freedark thoughts in my headonly gone when I'm deadfree as a bird I long to beso much pain so much sorro..