Sweet lips of rolling frost whisper slumber
The season of the warm summer has gone...
Encased by rage fueled by anger.
To us these types of people are what we call...
King to Bishop two and four
Now we are fighting Bush’s wars...
My words cant describe the way I felt
When I seen your face I wanted to melt...
AM I READY?
To walk down the aisle...
When I went to see you live
My heart was thumping...
Halloween night
Oh what a fright...
My country is beginning to die,
In its grave it soon will lie...
Happy birthday friend
In the year that past...
I wish I was home in my bed,
These memories running through my head...
Mom
that God bless you...
The apprehension and excitement mix,
As the day draws closer and closer...