MY PARENT
A singel word.. a singel thought....
The things that run through my brain....
They come and go.....
Some hold your pain...
The blood trail left........
As I have walked ahead......
I keep walking.......
Trying to keep you from being dead....
It was just that singel thought......
That lil memmory of you.....
Is all it took........
That thought that is so true.....
I am forgetting that pain.....
I'm walking along.......
I may walk in the rain....
But in my heart you will never be gone......
this is dedacated to my father who became April Lynn before she died.....
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