I can hear the birds sing
see the trees moving...

The sky is burning
trees are holding strong...

A journey we must take
we slide, crawl, learn how to sit up...

Tearing up paper, playing with paint
that I must do when dealing with certain feelings...

Children are crying
parents anxiously searching...

His name is Satan
feeding of goodhearted souls...

I act, think later
have given in to bad choices...

I have walked the floors
hallways whispering my name...

My face is saturated with tears
the taste of salt lingers in my mouth...

As I am watching the moon goes down
I can see the sun coming from across...

A flower facing the sun
that's me after surviving major storms...

Across the water there is a town
I will love forever and now...