In this life i have 4 sister
2 that share my blood...
*Written about my dads who is a missing person*
When the morning sun shines upon my face...
Granny
This poem comes from the heart...
We don't write he and i
we don't write, he and i...
He sees her for
The first time...
Momma you are my hero in fact the greatest of them...
I thank you for mi life and for being here for me...
I remember the day when i found out you was here...
She never sang at a concert to rock the peoples...
But she put my soul at ease with each tune that...
A friend....
That's so beautiful...
Big eyes so blue look at you
crystal clear, lies they shear...
"Los Tres Hermano's"...
As I Lay Here Deep In Thought...
I know my little boy
i have never been there...