One day he had been saying,
"God Please....Take Me", while praying.
my sons been sick, and maybe dying,
I just don't know what to do, but I'm trying.
Sometimes I'd feel helpless and things got so hard,
So, Thanks to you God...I'd wander off... I'd carve.
You gave me the talent to bring wood to life,
But  as far as my son...I just can't make things right.
It seems that his Life is barely beginning,
Where my Lifes been long and very fullfilling.
They tell me there's alway's a reason...a time,
But..God it's so hard ....I've always raised him as mine.
God,I'll pay the price...For my Love is so great,
Please give him one more chance...Let me clean the Slate.
Is there something I don't know, Something you can't say,
Maybe for reason's unknown...You just feel that I should stay.
Again unquestionably...God,I do Love my wife,
She's the one I had picked to be with all my life.
Besides, I know She will need me to stay,
Together we can help each other get through the day.
Now adays it's hard... there are so many unknown things ,
Yet, if your so determined...There must be untied strings.
It goes without saying, But i'd like to say if i can,
Although i'm sure you already know, "MY SONS ONE HELL OF A MAN"





                                                    Whispers
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