People ask me what i a greatful. Of course there those in my life. Good or bad. But most of all i am thankful to know when i need help and reach out for it. August 30th of last yr i went into the hospital. Maybe it was my wake up call but whatever the reason is. I took it as my wake up call. I was knocking on deaths door. He told me to leave, that it wasnt my time. I still have something to do before i can rest. I just wish i knew what it is so that i can start on it and . I maybe tired but i have stuff to do and have a feeling it will be a long project
I miss the times when you were here, Telling me to have no fear. To hold my head up high and strong, Add happy notes to my sad song. I miss the way you look at me As if I were too blind to see. The path I'm on might hurt and scathe, But all goes well if you just have faith. I miss the sound of your sweet voice, Through bitter times a saving noise That told me what was right and wrong But rang in my ears for far too long. A caring person, you were such Who helped and hurt me, oh so much. You'd guide and mislead me through the day You left me lonely when I'd rather you stay. Over things like that you had no control. A rock set in motion will continue to roll. No matter how hard you tug and heave, You were always pushed and forced to leave. Then one day you never returned, My tears so hot they almost burned. Aware now about what I lack, But crying and mourning won't bring you back. For me to let out what I need to say. I can't do much more than pray. No longer am I wea...
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