Deep to put together

Color me your tears

To shadow my imaginations

 To identify the fragrant of a dreams feeling

Was there a miscarriage of a funeral

To not have a wedding 

When death was looking for you to die 

 The crayon choice was to be black

This documentary of Love

  To deep for a coloring book 

Who had heard our prayer

The paint was red 

 When Jesus said she was just sleeping

I knew she was never dead

By Fredrick Pennix Aka Praiser the Show-Off Worshiper