He woke me up in the morning,
cutting his hand on the broken glass...
One black morning I awoke.
I was here and she was gone...
Nothing but the sound of crickets,
pierced a darkened room...
"How is it that we can't feed the poor, yet...
The poor are alive, in the cold they lay...
My wings will take me high in the sky,
Soon I will make it to heaven...
We walk on hidden
trails known only to lovers...
Life blossoms and roars
as another baby is born...
The faintest memories
Of your warm cold hands...
This boat, father,
this boat is drowning slowly...
She lies,
determination writ in each...
If just to say hello my friend, across the...
I wrote this poem for you and not to say goodbye...
Late at night I lay in my bed and think of how my...