I was my moms only little saint, but my dad was the one thats thiscomplaint. Oneday I will put so many flowers on her hearse, in a weeping trance verse. My dad was so mighty but he did not see, but quite melted into tears for thee. I wil always be the one to have fate, in contemtation an maditate. I want u to take a closer look, course u will will be reading this story in a book. U must practice it wit open eyes, an give ur heart the exercise. Don't let the devil come an tear it out, u will see what is it all about. So I compute the weary hours , wit sighs dissolved into shouwers. It looks like my life is going to be overcast, but why do we never forget the past. My heart is so in to tears for all the past years, u think u can hide an run, but u can never hide from the sun.

It apear that it was so clear, how you hit her wit a hemisphere. I will never forget that time, were it in a month, a year, or ten, but I was so young back then.

Couldn't sleep till late , all the minutes that I have calculate. I will always keep ur trust, but u must never forget how we all will turn to dust.

I pray every nigth, an lay awake, leve it in his hands, let he come an overtake. If u don't change , ur soul will sail, into the stormy gale, so will i prevail an gain hale. So my dad! let me in your heart till we shall meet an never be apart.