He wants us to push our self's.
To do are best till the end...
I see you standing there across the dance floor.
You look so wonderful in your net black tux...
With hands as soft as silk,
And eyes that shine like dew...
A summer remains in the scent
Of a love grown over the ages...
Your hand as gentle
as a rose...
Four years from now,
Will too much have changed...
Good choices and bad ones,
we've made thru the years...
As we sit here in the gymnasium,
with those who care about us...
Our lives are now changing
For the good and the bad...
Father come and hold me tight,
Inside your arms I'll be alright...
*It's not that great. I wrote it more out of anger...
What a wonderful day...
The flag billows high.
The red, white and blue...