Serving those who serve....
::TEAR::
*Near to the door*
*he paused to stand*
*as he took his class ring*
*off her hand*
*all who were watching*
*did not speak*
*as a silent tear*
*ran down his cheek*
*and through his mind*
*the memories ran*
*of the moments they walked*
*and ran in the sand hand in hand*
*but now her eyes were so terrible cold*
*for he would never again*
*have her to hold*
*they watched in silence*
*as he bent near*
*and whispered the words..*
*"I LOVE YOU" in her ear*
*he touched her face and started to cry*
*as he put on his ring and wanted to die*
*and just then the wind began to blow*
*as they lowered her casket*
*into the snow...*
*this is what happens*
to man alive...*
*when friends let friends...*
*drink and drive*
WAT IF...
-My name is Misty and i am but three
-My eyes are swollen and i cannot see
-I must not be loved for I am punished by cigarette burns
-I must do right I can't do wrong or else I'm locked up all day long
-When i wake up I'm all alone the house is dark my folks arent home
-I'm really just an expensive joke no more no less then speed or coke
-Be quiet now! I hear the car my dad is back from charlies bar
-I hear him curse my name he calls I squeeze myslef against the wall
-on my bed its too late his face is twisted into hate
-I feel the pain again and again
-Oh dear God please let it end
-My name is Misty I am but three last night my father murdered me.
this is wat the world has come to...its sad and unfortunate, but its life and we have to somehow find a way to deal with all of it.
R.I.P
Leonard L. Trudeau
1954-1995