This is a poem for you,
To tell you how I feel before it's too late...

I want to open my windows,
And let my music pour out...

I want to soar over the clouds,
Above the storms of life...

I won't let you down,
I know I said that last time...

Crack the whip, make them jump,
And hold them back with a chair...

There was a tree I knew of,
Way back in the woods...

I plan to paint magic with my fingers,
To add two and two to make six...

Mom,
I can't come home for christmas...

I know it makes you sad,
And I'm sorry...

In fifty years,
Will those trees be there...

She ran in circles,
She made crosses with her feet...

I'm going,
Running, sprinting...