“Defense may have a seat,
Prosecution may cross exam...

Your parents may not accept you,
But I cherish you...

The poem which lost its words,
leaving the lines blank and unheard...

His waxes of beauty drenching
mixing, blending and creating...

Come along my dear child
as I release you in the world...

I feel alone while in a room,
Of a hundred people surrounding me...

Inside her blooms a sadness
hidden within her conscience...

A restless spirit dances
wild around the heart...

The halls are crowded
hateful words are spited...

Family and friends all cheered
as the little boy came prepared...

The curtains raise,
The scene takes place...

Her daddy sat on the couch crying.
Ever since mommy disappeared...