Who is the little girl
That absorbs all the lies...

It's hard to imagine
A life with ease...

Two years of crying
Each day filled with pain...

She lays there dying
At the age of twenty-two...

Twas the night before Christmas
When all through the house...

A little boy lay on a hospital bed
His heart is much too weak...

That night we had fought
And said a lot of stuff...

It's hard to describe this feeling
I've never had before...

Where's God?
When I have fallen...

People are cruel
Why do they stare...

This poem is for an angel
The cutest baby girl...

For all of the lonely children
Playing on their own...