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

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

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

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...

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

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

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

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

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

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