Lord as I bow my head and pray,
please listen to what I have to say...
Pink candy canes and butterfly kisses
Close your eyes darling, fulfill all your wishes...
While Adam was in a divine deep sleep
The Creator took what He could reap...
Nobody's child cries alone in the dark
Soured milk mixed in her tears leave a mark...
It started off as a simple place
You know, just a playground across the street...
What is this feeling; an ambush of blood rush,
A strain on a black heart, drained with pain...
A shattered cough,
Lost breath...
Sitting at the dinner table, they ask you about...
You start complaining on and on how nothing goes...
I believe in making every experience educational,
The strength in friendship...
I am writing you this letter
To tell you what you need to do...
Life's coming together
Emotions smoothing out...
© Francisco Guzman 2005
Dear Journal...