Christmas Time
use to be a favorite time of mine...

She waited fifteen long years
just to become a mother...

What I have for you is not lust
it is something way more...

I will give you love, friendship, and care
and stand by your side...

I got the feeling
we are drifting apart...

Suicide
is something...

Anger
I have so much...

You built this wall
completely around your heart...

I just can not put a band-aid on my heart
hoping this wound will soon heal...

As I sit here in bed
holding back my tears...

God called you home
and left me here all alone...

You might of won for now
but I do not see how...