Steven stayner was a little seven year old boy,
the kid was full of spirit,full of joy...

You left your deadly kiss upon my lips
I died bewilderment weather it was you or the wind...

You turned my emotions into a sin,
you transfered our love into a game of who would...

Pen in hand,
thoughts in demand...

God wants me to be a writer,
to write poetry and books...

The moon and stars all aliened,
going its way to shine so bright...

Dedicated to Joseph,
the only thought i think...

Just to see you smile,
would make my hectic life worth while...

Since you been away the sky for me is pictured...
since you been away my mind,wasted thinking you is...

Let your lips be compatible among my finger tips
let your eyes be compatible with my stare...

Tainted eyes,suitable lips
that urges to feel among my finger tips...

I'll put milk and cookies by the tree
just so Santa can hear my plea...