Like the messiah you believe in,
I carried the cross of roses...
It is difficult to say this, honestly it is.
I wish you were here now, to give me my last kiss...
Im sorry i can't quit, I really don't know why
Im sorry that they made you and me say good bye...
Before I let you go
I just want you to know...
I'm not like them
I won't cry...
When i look at your eyes
i fill up with joy...
Always causing pain,
Beside the table of lost hope...
Trying to reach out
to grasp someones hand...
She was his world
the apple of his eye...
The times we had and stories that we shared,
when I did almost drown in waters deep...
The Morning falls through my ceiling...
with the weight of heavy snow...
This one goes out to you Bob Shank
With this poem I will try to thank...