As the feet walk above my grave
remembering a kind hearted gentlemen...

Mother i wait for you
to listen to me as to listening to a whispered...

C.A.T.H.E.R.I.N.E
Not only is she my bestie;she also my specialdo...

WHAT DO YOU SEE IS THE QUESTION...

PEOPLE ARE DYING EVERYDAY...

MOM IS ALWAYS TIRED WHEN SHE COMES HOME FROM
WORK FEET ACHING I NEVER REALLY THOUGHT HOW...

If only he knew the person behind what he sees
It would be like opening a door with rusted keys...

Sun beaming down
eyes get blurry when looking at the ground...

I FEEL YOUR PRESENT UPON ME
I HOPE YOU ARE PROUD OF WHAT YOU SEE...

SHE WALKED WITH HER HEAD HELD HIGH...

Trust my judgment
Open you Heart to me to guide and help...

Its gone no where to be found
they left no trace not even a sound...