Sometimes goodbyes,
Are the hardest things to say...

There is a place,
In my head...

I'm so confused,
what path should I take...

To become a better writer
You have all helped me...

Time, changing phases every day,
Giving lives, yet taking them away...

One may sit and wonder,
What lies up ahead...

As I was walking home one day,
I saw this little boy...

The Thief up in heaven,
The Sly Spy there too...

Tiller, you are so tall,
Tiller, why are you gay...

Thank you friends, that are brave even more,
To help protect us, from this evil war...