The grasses freshly cut in lines
of intention. Leaning forward...

They were there when your born
when you were first moved to scorn...

Courage is to look
Death and the Devil in the eye...

My heart is mine, to endear.
I know who I love...

When you have an idea of what you want to...

Tutor a nation
Educate youth...

A joining of souls that burns hot and explodes
crackling in the night sky...

So this is my life with you
You use me up until your though...

You lie to my face
You lie for your case...

As bristled wheat glows
golden heat I breathe life's breath...

Our Tree branched into three
Mom, Dad and family...

I will be there
for the unglamorous times...