The first time I met you,
It was like judging a book by its cover...

One moment she feels fine,
The next moment she is lost...

Through the narrow black hole to my soul,
there lies the truth behind these eyes...

My thoughts of you are mixed,
even more unbearable than before...

Your glory is found in my weakness,
and your pride in my pain...

What I once thought I knew,
has conflicted my life...

A purpose of entertainment,
does not always ensure happiness...

Without her, I would be lost, confused, and sad,
thinking about all, of the good times we had...

I have yet to shed a tear,
though I have lost someone dear...

A void in need of fill
uncertain of what may be...

My emotions remain unnoticed,
buried beneath the waves of change...

I see you there Momma,
sitting under the tree...