Deborah Leah Krempa > Writing | WritersCafe.org

To the drunk driver who killed my son You have taken my son's life so carelessly When it could have been prevented and you must pay dearly ..

I stopped watching the news Cuz it gave me the blues Too many people dying Left me crying Too many wars On our foreign shores Children die..

I am still in love with you A lways and forever M y heart will never stray S incerely you mean the world to me T ruly I miss having you in my ..

J ust to hold you once again U nder blue skies S ee you one more time T o talk with you T o be able to reach O ut to you H old your hand ..

The flip side of Market Street Has more of a Christian beat Just like the folks you meet I was riding on a bus Down on Market Street A boy met a ..

Why should I stay with a man Who takes his hands And turns them into fists In my face Cause this temple of god So they say Such disgrace W..

Mama sings the blue's Daddy's been gone a long time now Use to be when he was around Lot's of times mama would frown But then you know daddy he..

dear stranger you have come to my rescue finally my pain shall be released and i shall be set free for many years i floated upon the waves of r..

M oments with you are like music to my ears U nforgettable are the times that we share together S o much like a symphony I n perfect harmony C ho..

A painted picture is worth more than a thousand words P ainting A n image of you with my poetry I shall draw a portraiture with flow and rhyme N..