Dedicated to Uncle Steve Kepros of Iowa, USA
I wish I had Gibran's hand...
We used to stroll new and bright
under the summer sun; the things...
I am looking for a man to first be my friend.
Do not get me wrong looking for love I will not...
Will you walk with me?
My friend could you always be...
I look at the mess I call my life
And I grieve about my past and present...
She giggles. He grins.
She whispers a secret...
No longer crying inside..
No longer acting like I'm worthless...
The moment you were looking at the moon,
I was in a lonely room...
To the sweetest girl that I know, I wish you a...
I hope that all your dreams come true, and a smile...
The truest of friends
never let anything...
Tears run down your cheeks,
Your eyes are damp and wet...
He sees her in a completely different way
All of a sudden she's no longer that 7 year old...